Na$ty Matt - Fiend Or Foe | Текст песни

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Powder get's you hyper

Runnin' with my whoadies
Fuckin' with these shorty's
Straight jonesin'
Only sleepin' in the mornings
Feel like I'm slangin' rocks
Like I'm still hot
Jumpin' out my Chevy box
Parked up on the block
Feel like I sold a gram or two
Straight out my Evisus
Feel like I need to ask the plug
what that pack do
Rockin' '95s like a dope runner
Block gettin' live
For the motherfucking summer
Shooters in a Uber
Plugs from Aruba
Bitches with them Luger's
Workin' hips like a hula
Texaco shawty
Two phones on me
Boy try to rob me, he gone meet Tommy
Not Dreamer that fucking Stanley Steamer
That Heater
Young kingpin
Need to cop a Beamer
Need to cop a feel
Bitch been poppin' pills
Internet fiends on the scene
Boy I'm choppin' deals

Powder get you hyper

Two blonde bitches that's powder
Fucking in the shower
For hours
Pussy sweet, attitude sour
Power
Buying designer
Everything finer
Get higher
Cause I am the supplier
I'm a paid like a actor
But I'm only just a rapper
But that shit don't matter
I'm feeling like a motherfucking trapper
That money been heavy
Now I'm unsteady
Swervin' in that box Chevy
Like I'm Richard Petty
Addicted to this preppy hoes
Laced with snow
Looking like a O of blow
Pure coke, shipped from Mexico
Feelin' like a fiend
Popped up on the scene like Halloween
Black everything
Tears in my jeans
Am I the motherfucking plug
Digitially serving drugs
To those I love
Find me in the cut