Sun Diego & SpongeBOZZ – La Familia

Sun Diego & SpongeBOZZ – La Familia 2 Lyrics, lETRA:
La Familia 2 Lyrics

Songtext zu „La Familia 2“

Intro
Sunny ist der Shotta mit Neun-Milli, B-LYRICS-LETRASBM ist la Familia
Wenn die Brüder aufmarschier’n am Block, dann geht die Scheiße ra-ta-ta-ta

Part 1
Abu Hip-Hop, ya salame (Ya salame)
Family, Family, Family
Skrrra, pah-pah-pah-pah
Welcome to No-Go-Area NRW
Mach Arab-Money – Busta Rhymes (Ey)
Flipp’ Massari wie mein Butterfly (Ey)
Häng’ mit Großfamilienmafiakreis
Paralleljustiz auf Pflasterstein
Ey, ey, keine Fan-Fotos, wenn ich sage: „Shoot, shoot“
Ein Jahud bringt die Araber auf YouTube
La Familia, wir stechen dich, kein Voodoo (Voodoo)
Ah, Q’s sind auf Trenbolon (Trenbolon)
Ah, fick’ diese Encrophone (Encrophone)
Ah, straight outta Izmir (Ah)
Kein Polizeitrick, kein Enkelsohn (Kein Enkelsohn)
Hör’ das Bleigeschoss durch Essen-Streets
Call’ die Streifencops und Rettungsdienst (Rettungsdienst)
Kein Frieden, kassieren die Batzen
Maskiert und bewaffnet wie Michael Myers, Halloween
Rap für breitgestoffte Ghetto-G’s (Ey)
Bitch, ich schreibe noch ‘nen Evergreen (Ey)
Schmuggel’ weiße Rocks im NMD (Ey)
Wir sind Pirates of the Caribbean
Vom Tellerwäscher zu ‘nem Gangsterrapper
Im gestretchten Benzer mit Limousinenfahrer
Wir sind Messerstecher, wir sind Gelderpresser
Wir sind Menschenhändler wie Immobilienmakler (Immobilienmakler)
Mache Fitna wie ‘ne Anti-Demo (Anti)
A.C.A.B., bleibe Bandolero (Fuck cops)
Ihr habt keine Eier – Calimero
Saado-Clan-Oberhaupt Sunny Diego
Hook
La familia (Saado, Al-Zein, Miri, Ali-Khan)
No-Go-Area (NRW, Berlin, Izmir, Mafia-Clan)
Alle kriminal (Wenn wir stürmen, geht es ram-pam-pam)
Fuck Policía (Nix geseh’n, nix gehört, nix gesagt)

Part 2
Fourty-five, Essen, Angeles (Angeles)
Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous
Skrrra, pah-pah-pah-pah
Knall’ für die Brüder ein’n Major-Hit
Fick’ auf Lean, ich sippe Gin and Juice (Hey)
Fick’ auf Presse, keine Interviews (Hey)
Stoney Tabak ist kein Businessmove
Kille, kill’ für Crew wie Filthy Few
Ey, ey, BBM-Gang ist patentiertes Branding
Ein Jahud hat bei Araber sein Standing
La Familia im Rücken ohne Gang-Inks (Gang-Inks)
Ah, sie droh’n mit Neun-Milli (Milli)
Ah, ich flow’ für Famili (-mili)
Ah, straight outta Mardin (Ah)
Ah, no new habibis (No new habibis)
Der Teufel trägt NMD
Adidas NMD (NMD)
Wir sind Mafia-Family
Arab-Famil-G wie Rabia Elmasrie
Lad’ die AK (-K)
Auf Nacken nur Platinumchain (-chain)
In Lunge nur Sativa-Strain (Strain)
Bin breiter als Ali Al-Zein (Ah)
Renn’ die Street stabil, kein FIFA-Spiel
Sunny47, real deal (Ah)
The Notorious MMA
Brech’-dein’n-Kiefer-Stil wie Dib Akil
Rolle Baum, sie sagen: „Krasser Jalo“
Gruß an Duisburg, beste Quali Marxloh
Dribbel’, dribbel’ á la Cannavaro
BBM-President Salah Saado
Hook
La familia (Saado, Al-Zein, Miri, Ali-Khan)
No-Go-Area (NRW, Berlin, Izmir, Mafia-Clan)
Alle kriminal (Wenn wir stürmen, geht es ram-pam-pam)
Fuck Policía (Nix geseh’n, nix gehört, nix gesagt)
La familia

Outro
Sunny ist der Shotta mit Neun-Milli, BBM ist la Familia
Wenn die Brüder aufmarschier’n am Block, dann geht die Scheiße ra-ta-ta-ta

Sun Diego & SpongeBOZZ – La Familia 2 Letra
La Familia 2 Letra

Blockwork – Switch Side

Blockwork – Switch Sides Lyrics, lETRA:
Switch Sides Lyrics

Intro
Graa, graa, graa nigga
Everything dead nigga
Suck my dick nigga
Hold on what, hold on bitch gang
Graa, graa, graa, graa

Verse
Like this shit is funny
Bitch you fake don’t tell me you love me
He said that I’m broke and I’m bummy
At the end of the day you was begging for money
Like they mad cause I was bringing them packs out
I’m too tough I can never go back down
He better move or I’m clearing his background
Like EK we know you a bum
And your bitch we know she a slut
He got shot by a dyke you dumb
It’s a beam on a gun don’t run
Edot Baby, imma flame him
Niggas pussy I know they be changing
Fuck clout I ain’t tryna be famous
I know where you lay, you know where I lay, pop out, let’s play
Got bookеd with the chop same what
I payed bail you know that I’m up
Fuck that, fuck thе hate sending shot if he throw up the 8
Imma play are you dumb I just bought me a drac’
When I up better get out the way
Nigga know he should’ve picked up the pace
Nigga died from a kick to the face
Fuck the cops imma go on a chase
I did twenty I’m walking
?
Rat this, rat that where the proof that shit is just cap
And I heard you ran in your sister
She got shot, should’ve died
I smoke number 5
I’m tweakin’ and shit got me fried
Fuck EK we smoking his pop
If you hop in my lane imma change it
Nigga begging for money on face time
I’m Jamaican the Glock on my waistline
And I just wanna flock I won’t waste time
Made me cry, that’s a lie
Fuck OGz I don’t fuck with those guys
And
? wanna dick ride
Gave you a chance and I told you to pick sides
Like the game in 2k they don’t switch sides
Sending shots if I’m feeling a bitch vibes
Now I’m talking that real shit
I just need me a deal quick
All those niggas that be in that studio, imma run in that shit
Never line imma wait by the door
Imma click now he meeting the Lord
And on the staircase I’m on 4
And I’m thinking about going to 15
? back to the door
Now it’s open yall lil’ niggas must be joking
So I cock it while I’m clutching my Glock in my jacket
Now it’s back to the facts
How you toss your strap you ain’t tell me to toss my strap
And I bet you ain’t tell nobody that
But you get on the net and you say im a rat
Your bills are
? nigga I payed half
To this day you ain’t got no cash
Nigga say that you was kicked out no where to go
I let you stay in my home, imma just let that shit go
Lowkey I be fucking his hoe
Badman, I’m a shota
I turn his noodles to pasta
Sending shots now he meeting the doctor
No NLE but I stay with my choppa
Outro
Bitch, suck my dick nigga
Don’t touch me nigga
Everything dead nigga

Blockwork – Switch Sides Letra
Switch Sides Letra

Lil Kross – No Patienc

Lil Kross – No Patience Lyrics, lETRA:
No Patience Lyrics

I ain’t had no patience with this shit I had to go grab it
Wrap it in plastic all my brothers made it happen
Kush surrounding my lungs and when I breathe man I can taste that shit
She ain’t gon smoke but she gets high from me just puffin on that shit

Don’t give no fucks high tops no laces
Let’s go
For the gang had to pave the e pavement
For sure
Cooking it up I did the same thing twice
Yeah I hustled up some green packs to maintain the same paid price

They talking that crap I’m doing the math I no comprendo
Your mama she likes it young she finna get lit at the condo
And on top of that yeah I brokе that back ain’t feeling no sentimental
I just want some racks if you gеt attached I put you right back in the friend zone

I gotta think twice before I get myself in danger
Lil mama a freak and yeah she knows that I might cuff her
It’s either the bag or a true love story and you’re most likely to get hurt
I only play around and fuck one time call a Uber then I skurt

Call up an Uber than you skurt
Don’t mix the business with the twerk
Cash up all day comes with the perks
Making good songs they want the merch
Run to the store cause was missing papers
I gotta stay fly I gotta get mines you ain’t nothing major I ain’t had no patience with this shit I had to go grab it
Wrap it in plastic all my brothers made it happen
Kush surrounding my lungs and when I breathe man I can taste that shit
She ain’t gon smoke but she gets high from me just puffin on that shit

Lil Kross – No Patience Letra
No Patience Letra

Knucks – Alpha Hous

Knucks – Alpha House Lyrics, lETRA:
Alpha House Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
Look

Verse
Young bull at the top of the block with the white front door and the corner subtle
Cool, but he always in trouble
Why you think his bredrins called him Knuckles?
Ten years old in beef, dad thinks street’s takin’ over me
Mumsy prayin’ for me, but there ain’t enough beads on the rosary
Raised by the wolves from young, but still in the jungle like Mowgli
Always up front when the olders speak
So was never as dumb as ones s’posed to
Twos in the spliff by the lift
It be what it be and it is what it is
They said if I triеd it, they wildin’
And kickin’ my shit ‘cause it isn’t for kids
4th floor’s wherе my ting would’ve lived
If her fam never moved out to Harrow
Her dad was a pastor and marge was parrow
I’d take her daughter off the calm and narrow
Yout with the peppercorn, yeah
I know it seems kinda deep, but they thoughts was shallow
Spent my whole life on the market as the target that they point they arrows
Control it, then I pass it to Paolo
Young kick abouts on Albert Road
Coach said “Come down to trials”
‘Cause I could have got scouted, but I was at home
Or I was outside with the homies
If only I could’ve advised me now
But even if I was down and out
I still come back to Alpha House

Knucks – Alpha House Letra
Alpha House Letra

Kringe – 4AM

Kringe – 4AM Lyrics, Letra:
4AM Lyrics

Hook 1
We don’t miss
We don’t switch
We don’t shift when the real lows hit
Vlone fits
We all cliqued
Only hate from who don’t be on shit
Real off rip
Years on this
Packed out shows tryna freeze off wrist
For those lost
F.L. hits
4am tracks they gonna feed off this

Verse 1
Heart cold a result from the old me
Lost friends on pursuit of the trophies
I invest all the times that we should have spent
So I live high life off the proceeds
Talkin’ bout ride you don’t know me
Talkin’ bout slide pull up on me
I don’t got time go and show me
All the rage when they lost and they lonely
Short fused fist locked and upset too
Take the spot give a fuck what they been through
Drop dead bitch I got bros that I give to
Drop more if it means I continue
Ford 1-50 with the lift up
With tha chromes so the block never miss us
Bless dad with a house with the land view
Cranked Yamaha’s doing spins in tha mud pools
Bless mom with a gym with a court too
So she never have one to report too
I could never give fucks bout the new hate
Worried bout me elevate to a new place
Bitch made only mad when I’m up
Keep thinking that I’m made off of luck
Fist up and your ass getting tucked
This real life for me while you stay acting tough
Hook 2
We don’t miss
We don’t switch
We don’t shift when the real lows hit
Vlone fits
We all cliqued
Only hate from who don’t be on shit
Real off rip
Years on this
Packed out shows tryna freeze off wrist
For those lost
F.L. hits
4am tracks they gonna feed off this

Verse 2
Self reflect I don’t know who’s tha last dude
All the stages of self that I ran through
Used to drop like 3 to perform too
Showing up ain’t no crowd to perform too
Made bands in a night off my own shit
Looking back kinda laughed because I told this
Always stressed really thought I controlled this
Whole time knowing that it’s God who had wrote this
Telling Pardy he tha goat I’m tha goat too
Top 5 when it’s rough who I go too
Working nights till the sun light shine through
Talent don’t take you bring you to tha top. Out-work you! I seen hope turn to dust
I seen worlds crash when rushed
I need “M’s” I can touch
Throw it to the team so the whole block up

Kringe – 4AM Letra
4AM Letra

Sidoka – ​andando sobre as águas

Sidoka – ​andando sobre as águas Lyrics, Letra:
​andando sobre as águas Lyrics

Letra de “andando sobre as águas” com Sidoka

Intro
Huh, yeah-lyrics-letras

Refrão
Andando sobre as águas (Águas, águas)
Hmm, faço milagre sim (Faço milagre sim)
Sempre podendo enxergar (Sempre podendo enxergar)
Se depender de mim (Hmm, uh)
Andando sobre as águas (Águas, águas)
Faço milagre sim (Faço milagre sim)
Sempre podendo enxergar (Sempre podendo enxergar)
Se depender de mim (Uh)

Verso
Missão impossível? (Impossível?)
Não existe pra gentе que tá no nível, ahn (Tá no nível, ahn, uh)
Coisa dе possível
É a gente que aumenta o nível
Eu jogo no expert (‘Pert)
Ela gosta de mim, não nega (Não nega)
Essa boate que ‘cê cola, ‘cê não paga a pulseirinha
Porque nós que te libera pr’ocê jogar sua calcinha, huh (Hmm)
Camarote (Hmm-hmm)
Entrou de love (Hmm)
Posa pra foto (Hmm-hmm)
Sobe na moto
Passa no beco, vem (Passa no beco, vem)
Droga nós vende bem (Droga nós vende bem)
Água, querendo e tem (Água, querendo e tem)
Coisa demais, codein (Coisa demais)
No copo bem rosa, ‘cê quer dar um corte
Huh, da minha Glock, agora ‘cê quer ter um porte
Huh, coisa de tráfico, você quer um norte
Huh, pega o notebook, book, book, note
Facebook, Orkut, o que quiser
Posta no Twitter que deu comigo um rolé
Pra aparecer pras suas amiga’ safada’
Sabe de nada
Largou a escola pra aprender na rua com sequela
Patricinha louca, se joga na favela
Gosta de bandido
Envolvido, envolvido
Com a cintura ignorante quadrada
Hmm, ‘cê não entende nada
Sobe no barraco, no beco, onde quiser
Qualquer lugar é lugar pra ela, empina o pé
Pré-Refrão
Interesseira querendo lucro, ahn
Bolsa de valores no seu pulso, ahn
Gosta de tudo que tem um lucro, ahn
Luxo, ahn, puxo, ahn, tudo, ahn, lucro, ahn
Interesseira querendo lucro, ahn
Bolsa de valores no seu pulso, ahn
Gosta de tudo que tem um lucro, ahn
Luxo, ahn, puxo, ahn, tudo, ahn, lucro, ahn (Yeah)

Refrão
Andando sobre as águas (Águas, águas)
Hmm, faço milagre sim (Faço milagre sim)
Sempre podendo enxergar (Sempre podendo enxergar)
Se depender de mim (Hmm, uh)
Andando sobre as águas (Águas, águas)
Faço milagre sim (Faço milagre sim)
Sempre podendo enxergar (Sempre podendo enxergar)
Se depender de mim (Uh)

Saída
deixa passar que, tô observando ela
deixa passar que, tô observando ela
deixa passar que, tô observando ela
deixa passar que, tô observando ela

Sidoka – ​andando sobre as águas Letra
​andando sobre as águas Letra

G Herbo – Locked In

G Herbo – Locked In Lyrics, Letra:
Locked In Lyrics

Intro
808 Mafia
Ayy

Verse
I was in a slump (Was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin’ drunk
Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally
Any nigga play with me, I dump, physically
Everywhere I be, we keep a couple Glocks tucked
I ain’t hard to see, I’m in that Double R truck
I can’t lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money
Stackin’ money, I don’t walk to money, run to money
Money callin’, bitch, I go to money, come to money
Money fallin’, I got winter money, summer money
Uh-oh, woke up, spent a hundo’
Still don’t give a fuck, though
Clips with huncho’s, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ‘em
How them killers touch on ‘em, like they got a crush on ‘em
We give niggas headshots, never put a crutch on ‘em
Like to get our clutch on it, we couldn’t wait to bust on ‘em
Two gears, he had lug, though, he fucked but he cutthroat
Me and Foenem cut throats
We ain’t waitin’ on no get backs, so it’s Bronem must go
Run up, really with that, we make niggas drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop loads
And they textin’ lock codes, he a ho, his Glock cold
Finger twitchin’ when I tote, fire itchin’ in my coat
I’ma say it, and I quote: “I can’t wait for gun smoke”
In them trenches, I’m a G.O.A.T.
Like my mama, fuck goats
I can’t sleep, why I stay woke
Solid, I’m forever woke
Dreamin’
Got knowledge, I’m forever woke
Setbacks but I got better, though, the realest shit, I never wrote
But I’m crazy, but I’m clever, though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang shit, I’m claimin’ it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This shit change me when I’m aimin’ it
One-twenty in two lanes
Swervo can’t be in no wrangler
Two-hundred on two chains, when they hangin’, they tanglin’
I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin’ it
You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular
This shit ain’t hard, man, my opps be sittin’ ducks, danglin’
We tint trucks daily
At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin’
You ain’t on shit, what (What?)
Pussies be cliqued up
Don’t give no fuck, your clique sus (Clique sus)
Put ‘em against us
Gon’ leave niggas stiff on the ‘fense up
Forgive me again for my sins
It’s many men, fall victim of this
? ‘cause they friends
‘Cause I need a cleanse (Ayy)
I need a rinse (Yeah)
Blew his fuckin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
Throwin’ Bs up, we swarm shit, on cap
I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap

G Herbo – Locked In Letra
Locked In Letra

Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby – Do We Have A Problem?

Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby – Do We Have A Problem? Lyrics, Letra:
Do We Have A Problem? Lyrics

Intro: Nicki Minaj
I just told P, “This really niggas’ worst nightmare, man
They don’t wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie” (Papi Yerr)

Chorus: Nicki Minaj
Tell ‘em my niña, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to Five, yo
Beef, we ‘bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?

Verse 1: Nicki Minaj
Hmm, hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch
Please, don’t touch me, look at my fit
Look at my ankle, look at my wrist
This one a pack, this one a brick
That one a opp, that one a lick
This one for Pop, this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (Brr)
Niggas givе it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (Get lovе in my city)
Niggas’ll son your whole set like it’s a round six
Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips, bitch
She’s still spyin’ on my flicks (Flicks)
He admirin’ my drip (Drip)
Check what I do, the check will clear, too
Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview
I don’t care how long it take to get a opp back
All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (Out back)
I don’t care how long it take to get a opp back
All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back
Brr
Chorus: Nicki Minaj
Tell ‘em my niña, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to Five, yo
Beef, we ‘bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Ayo, Baby, let’s go

Verse 2: Lil Baby & Nicki Minaj
2022, I’m comin’ through on that new shit (Oop)
How we opps? You see me and you don’t do shit (Brr)
I done really trapped in the carter, I got the blueprint
Gotta read department, we shoppin’, I like the loose fit
What’s the point of havin’ this muscle if you don’t use it?
I play the game to win, I’m not losin’
Opps know my address, I’m not movin’
Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it
She get what she want when we screwin’
I’m on point, I know what I’m doin’
Way too smart to act like I’m stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I’m not by myself, my whole crew lit
Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print
It is what it is, I can’t make no excuses
I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie?
Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci
We went city to city in bulletproofs
You can’t run with my gang, they gon’ bully you
Been had switches, I know what them fullies do
I’m a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain’t no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
We be ménaging, that boost up his ego
She a lil’ demon off that Casamigos
Yeah, Baby
Chorus: Nicki Minaj
Tell ‘em my niña, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to Five, yo
Beef, we ‘bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?

Verse 3: Nicki Minaj
There’s no autotune on me, is there? (Nope)
Don’t mean a rapper when I say bitches ride the wave
Floodin’ my watch, but ain’t givin’ a clown the time of day
Ain’t-ain’t talkin’ Christmas, wouldn’t holla in my holidays
I-I fuck with niggas that be shootin’ at they opps for days
Trust me (Trust me), they gon’ let me know (Know)
They gon’ rep me when they catch you lackin’
The .45 special flow (Flow)
They gon’ wet you, yo (Yo)
Yes, I’m always good for the bag
Niggas gon’ hop out on that ass, ski mask

Outro: Nicki Minaj
Heavy on the ski mask, too
And the ski mask ain’t for the pandemi’
It go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny
(Brr)
Ski mask way

Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby – Do We Have A Problem? Letra
Do We Have A Problem? Letra

Russ – HANDSOMER

Russ – HANDSOMER Lyrics, Letra:
HANDSOMER Lyrics

Hook
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind-lyrics-letras it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though, I know I’m fine

Verse 1
Balenciaga slides so she sly
She said it’s cause the vibe, mmmm, she lyin’
We both know that I’m a walkin lick
Why you think she all up on my dick?
It’s cool though I ain’t mad at ya, I let her go like Passenger
You slept on me like lavender, my body like a map
Your tongue just turn into a traveler, you started throwing ass
You think that I’ma throw some cash on you, but I’m just clappin’ you, I know what’s up

Hook
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though, I know I’m fine
Verse 2
The possibility of paper, got her tryin’ to tell me I should date her
She just tryin’ to play me, I just play it cool then I play her
Baby hate the game, not the player
I’m 5’6 but the money make me 6’5
She said “I love your songs” I told her to list 5
I’m 5’6 but the money make me 6’5
She said “I love your songs” I told her to list 5

Hook
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though
I know I’m fine, but the money makes me handsomer
Walk around smelling like a come-up in the answer for her
Problems but I’m not him, I don’t mind it though
You don’t like me how you think you do, I like it though, I know I’m fine

Russ – HANDSOMER Letra
HANDSOMER Letra

Labrinth – Yeh I Fuckin’ Did It

Labrinth – Yeh I Fuckin’ Did It Lyrics, Letra:
Yeh I Fuckin’ Did It Lyrics

Verse 1
Yeah, I fuckin’ did it, yeah, I fuckin’ said it
Yeah, I meant it, yeah, I’m here to kill it
Came here for the money, yeah, there’s-lyrics-letras plenty
Poppin’ like we’re corn, yeah, the pot is cookin’
We still hungry, I could eat a horse
Tell that bitch to ride it like a Stally (Woah)
And we’re coming for that bread, you could do the tally
Yeah, I look like Sammy Davis Jr. but I’m still the Frankie, yeah (Woah)
Keep them cameras rollin’ when I roll up in the Lamy
‘Cause I fuckin’ did it, yeah, I fuckin’ said it, understand me

Verse 2
Watch me sling a couple shots with that 40 Maggie
Tell them fuckin’ cowboys, it’s a hoot and nanny
Baby, they’ll be singing from New York to the West of Cali
‘Cause I fuckin’ it did, yeah, I fuckin’ said it, understand me

Verse 3
High on that money flow
Ride like that Carlito
Fly in that tuxedo
Find me in Monaco
High on that Mexico
Cuba and Henny go
Ape when my shit evolves
Cake, getting head and go
Chorus
(Praise the Lord)
‘Cause I fuckin’ did it
Yeah, I fuckin’ said it
Understand me

Intrumental Bridge

Chorus
(Praise the Lord)
‘Cause I fuckin’ did it
Yeah, I fuckin’ said it
Understand me

Post-Chorus
Understand me
Understand me
Understand me
‘Cause I fuckin’ did it
Yeah, I fuckin’ said it
Understand me

Outro
(Praise the Lord)
‘Cause I fuckin’ did it
Yeah, I fuckin’ said it
Understand me

Labrinth – Yeh I Fuckin’ Did It Letra
Yeh I Fuckin’ Did It Letra