lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

how i'm coming - fbg duck lyrics

Loading...

[chorus: fbg duck & fbg dutchie]
i up this fifty on your -ss, i have you runnin’, huh huh
make you sick, i make you feel it in your stomach, huh huh
f-ck your b-tch and make her feel it in her stomach, huh huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, huh huh
i caught your mans on the rebound, andre drummond, uh-huh
put that b-tch up in his mouth and had him humming, uh-huh
shot that n-gg- in the leg, ain’t no running, uh-huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, uh-huh

[verse 1: fbg duck]
let me slide through
hear that chopper wave like i’m sayin’ hey
n-gg- play, he gon’ die today, on my granny grave
n-gg-s know, b-tch i been a g, so they best behave
your b-tch a sl-t, knocked it out the park like i’m with the braves
talked to bro, told him put the glock down, go get the k’s
every day, wish i had connects to go and buy grenades
big crate, first place i’m headed to is tall gates
never been soft before, we like doin’ it the hard way
huh, d-mn where you go, huh, b-tch where you been, huh
on saint lawrence, stayed in on my own ten, huh
got my brothers b-tch, i don’t need no friends, huh
n-gg-s really p-ssy, they don’t commit no sins, huh

[chorus: fbg duck & fbg dutchie]
i up this fifty on your -ss, i have you runnin’, huh huh
make you sick, i make you feel it in your stomach, huh huh
f-ck your b-tch and make her feel it in her stomach, huh huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, huh huh
i caught your mans on the rebound, andre drummond, uh-huh
put that b-tch up in his mouth and had him humming, uh-huh
shot that n-gg- in the leg, ain’t no running, uh-huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, uh-huh

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
how you comin’, huh
red man, leg blam, head fare, dead man, dig man
keep metal, keg man, leg shot, peg man, dead man
scared man, dead man, toast a fresh for that bread man
smoke his -ss, headband, dead man, dead man, dead man
woo, how you comin’, how we comin’, like really comin
we shootin’ stars from saint lawrence like we some comets
i’ma f-ck your b-tch she gon’ suck my d-ck until she vomit
that’s how i’m comin’, when she comin’ i be comin’
’cause i’m thumbin’ through it, and your -ss a goofy
up that glicky on that bread to get your sitchy, huh huh
d-ck is bone thugs, now your -ss glizzy, huh huh
shot a n-gg- in his mouth like he fifty, yeah yeah
put a n-gg- on a poster like he missin’, uh huh

[chorus: fbg duck & fbg dutchie]
i up this fifty on your -ss, i have you runnin’, huh huh
make you sick, i make you feel it in your stomach, huh huh
f-ck your b-tch and make her feel it in her stomach, huh huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, huh huh
i caught your mans on the rebound, andre drummond, uh-huh
put that b-tch up in his mouth and had him humming, uh-huh
shot that n-gg- in the leg, ain’t no running, uh-huh
that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, that’s how i’m comin’, uh-huh

[outro: fbg duck]
how you comin’, huh huh, how you comin’, huh huh
how you comin’, huh huh, how you comin’, huh huh
how you comin’, huh huh, how you comin’, huh huh
how you comin’, huh huh, how you comin’, huh huh

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...