โหลดเพลง mp3 FYM (feat. Mystikal) - Joyner Lucas

FYM (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas/Mystikal
Picture me putting my city all over the map
They wasn't believers I had to get even at math
Be coming I'm pulling and jumping all over your grass
So tell all my b***hes I got a new girl
Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank
And I want all of my fifty's in cash
B***h I'm tired of living check the cheque
I need twenty models and some extra sex
Smiling in my grave b***h I'm fresh to death
I've been drinking Wu-Tang with
Inspectah Deck getting drunk
Yeah I got some s**t that
I gotta just get off my chest
I can admit I got lots on my list and you next
Take it how you want it
I ain't famous like I want it
But I think I might just skrrt off
Blow the speakers and turn up
Pop a bottle of Smirnoff
Go to church with my shirt off
Tell the Lord that I'm here now
I've been waiting for so long
I've been patient for so long
Breaking rules like there's no laws
And I did it for a long time
If you don't like me take a ticket there's a long line
Nice to meet me h*e
I think the pleasure's all mine
S**t they've been clocking me
So long I think they lost time
Ooh you lost your mind n***a
F**k you mean hol' on
Godd**n it n***a
F**k you mean
And I don't trust a muthaf**king soul
What the f**k you mean
Hol' up whoa whoa whoa whoa
What the f**k you mean
Don't know what you think compare me
To n***as is nothing
Adrenaline pumping and blood
Will be leaking and running
Yeha yeah yeah
S**t I do what I do
I don't care you like it or love it
Tell all of my b***hes
I got a new girl
And tell the police that I'm robbing the bank
And I want all my money in hundreds
B***h I'm tired of living on the edge
I wanna sell drugs but they gon' call the feds
I just bought a brick and
That s**t cost an arm and leg
My momma told me take it back and get a job instead
Where's your common sense n***a
Me and the devil got too much in common I swear
Yeha
Born in the ghetto I never had nothing to fear
Take it how you want it
I ain't famous like I want it
So I might just throw a hissy fit
Call up Cassie ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet
I said shawty if she's talking I ain't hitting it
'Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag
About the s**t we did
Whoa
I ain't into pillow talking go chop off your lips
If I ain't in your top ten go dive off a bridge
My block boys got Glock fours that'll knock off your lid
I doubt you gon' pop off so hop off my dick
Whoo
N***a f**k you mean woo
Godd**n it I said f**k you mean
Listen I don't trust a muthaf**king soul
N***a no n***a f**k you mean
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
What the f**k you mean
Woo woo wooo woo
What the f**k you mean
You thought I was finished you thought it was over
You thought I retired you thought
I went fishing with Kobe
N***a I'm still as the illest considered
As one of the coldest
Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses
I'm throwback like I'm Motorola
But h*e I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt
Black flag Crip boy truck soldier
I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollah's
Rap God cyclops and all the
B***h I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya
F**k you think throats still smooth
Aww f**k it I'm Bobby Brown
I'm 'bout to go get loaded
Retarded Paul McCartney b***h I'm rich
I'm Muhammad Ali I talk s**t
I'm James Brown 'bout to tear down this b***h
I'm Michael Jackson b***h I'm bad as bad gone get
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
F**k you mean
Yo wassup this is Joyner
I'm unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message
And I'll get back to you peace
Yo this is the third time this week
That you failed to pick up your son
And I'm just so confused
Like I find it funny that you stay
In the studio laying something down
Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home
Diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep
On Snapchat talking 'bout Where's the plug
Like I'm showing you got national
B***h better cut my lights back on
Like a dollar and a dream a*s career
And you can't even come home
And give us a dollar for milk
I'm not doing this with you
Keep it 100 my n***a