Fat Trel - Fukkk Da Feds (feat. Chief Keef) | Текст песни

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• Fat Trel
• Fukkk Da Feds (feat. Chief Keef)

Chorus:
I say I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head
Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread
Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!
Last time she’s seeing me I was ducking feds
Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, motherfuck da feds
Motherfuck da feds!

Motherfuck da feds I can get locked up again
But if I got it in my hands click clack, then I’m sprayin
Make sure that I leave you layin then shoot up your manz
Hundred grand in my pants, don’t reach for it again know, I’mma shoot off your hands, slutty boys I’ be with them! Then sit down and feast with them I’ll be talking… with them
you say daddy blowing… cause I know daddy freeze with them
Bitch, slutty boys, and glory boys, that’s DC to
Wanna talk shit, we kill ‘em boys
Carry guns back to… boys
We kill them boys, you kill them..
Straight head shot, we kill ‘em boys
Wanna get in touch, but it’s Philly boys
Smoking loud… I can’t hear ‘em boys!
I wake up giving head to live under my bed
Running rounds, double.. I’ll leave a nigger dead!
If you’re fucking with my bred, and on my daughter here
I never talk to feds, put them on my… bitch!

Chorus:
I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head
Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread
Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!
Last time she’s seeing me I was ducking fast
Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, mother fucker feds
Mother fucker feds!

Say slutty boys and GBE I’m running ducking feds
I got thirty in my pocket, I’ll probably pop at your head, though!
Yeah, hoe! Get some stripping bitches in my bed, though
Crazy thing about this life is dead, I should be dead though!
But fuck off, I ain’t never scared bitch, I’m up now
When you get high with GBE it will be no calm down
I make your bitch eat my bitch pussy cause I run shit
Just look who I’m running with, a hundred click, three hundred shit
Fat ..I come here and I pray you stay away
I’m on South East, on a couch sleep
where I might be on South Beach
Either way count plenty cake.. on my dinner plate
..just to get away, start late, finish late
But fuck that, I’m success and I’m upset cause you suspect!
You got rich, got locked up when bankrupt, what’s next?
I know where I go, get strapped up in that…
Meet me on… I’m Pablo!

Chorus:
I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head
Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread
Money in my bed, I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!
Last time she’s seeing me I was ducking fast
Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!
Money in my bed, bed, mother fucker feds
Mother fucker feds!