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nike (freestyle) - fam-lay lyrics

[intro: fam-lay] (dj cipha sounds)

yeah (let’s go!)
traintago
star trak
uh uh

[verse 1]
it’s fam-lay, cuz, straight from huntersville
d-mn, my folk now pr-nounce it gunnaville
told y’all before, if my bros do comin’ here
[?] gone be sh-t but a bunch of blood in here
six foot, sweatpants, cornrows, xl
knives et cetera, don’t make me wet ya
uh, uh, uh, the west can’t protect ya
i keptcha to stretch ya [?]
now you know how i do, when i come through
when i come through, n-gga the gun come, too
i’ll cop the pump 1, 2, run upon you and take what i want from you
just the way momma’s only son do
[?] wanna some, they can come, get some, too
i’m publics enemy, two jugs of hennessy
living the life only thugs of virginia see
black b-st-rd and all black m-sses
wanna push us, smoke is no joke, i better stop laughing
n-ggas rap about that and this
but the real truth about all of that is this, n-gga
never confuse that with this
’cause that lil’ n-gga fam-lay [?]
get your hustle for your chain and watch
and then i push you for your chain and watch, watch
virginias k!lla, get realer on the [?] drug dealer, gorilla, on a four wheeler
listen, life’s too short to take a long time to get rich
so i’mma bout to grab a revolver and make this grip quick
we from virginia, dog, don’t about being safe
i stay on my feet, [?]
switch my flow from crack to [?]
i sold a couple o’s and dro, back the d
’cause the dro move too slow, let’s have a meal
trafficking to feds [?]
[?] used guns to take more dough, so stick in meat, no hoe
move for the million, man
[?] about a billion grams
y’all folks, here’s the man
who gon’ drink all your liquor and steal your fans
even my chick in here is about that
they gon’ f-ck you, k!ll you and keep their mouth shut
i’m a south cat
all ’cause of links and designer shoes
you was all in the pink [?] line the news
c-ckney, german sheppard gonna find the clues
trynna see where in the f-ck i have the crew
hide your food, cause we ain’t gone starve
you silly if you thinking that we ain’t gon rob
anytime this n-gga from virginia rhyme, it’s dinner time
them seven million [?] and put ’em in the line
i’m better gettin’ mine
star trak, fam-lay, ice gang you sucka, cuz

- fam lay lyrics

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