Never Fold the gang
Never Fold the mob
I'm tired of f*ck niggas playing with me...
Like..
Like I'm pussy
Damn
What?
Damn
Pussy was talking that f*ck
Damn, what?
Pussy was talking that gangster shit but he ain't get back for that nigga
This ain't no diss, he ain't my opp, this just me saying Ion f*ck with em
Say he was posted at the club with the dude who killed ya mans
Sat in that section ain't say nan
Pussy ain't even shake a leg
He could never be my homie
They kill brodie Imma sin
Hopping in that stoley we gon' wrap the whip and swap the vin
He a bitch he claim the jects but he was raised in Wellington
Oh yes he is
That boy a suburbs kid
He ain standing on 10
He a good looking guy but his aura is whack
Coke head somebody give him some jack
Dope head somebody serve him some crack
Once I feel tried it's a wrap after that
Im a snake, I done told you, stab you in the back
Watch you bleed while I tell you breathe and relax
Just take it easy, no need to react
Imma fry up the fish while you sit in the casket
Niggas be thug on the net til' he see me in public now he ain't got none to say
He tryna small talk, boy take a long walk, off of a short pier
Nigga you lame
I hang with killers and dealers
Only the realest, thats how I know that he fake
He claiming he got the shooters
And shit I believe him cause that nigga momma a jake
He always got some to say bout a nigga
He sit round and gossip, He gotta be gay
Don't get mad that I'm taking this shit to the music
This shit ain't from me it's what everybody say
Beating the odds While you beating your broad
Run up on me imma send you to god
Walking the bitch, like I'm walking my dog
I could tell that he gay by the way that he walk
HAHAHAHAHAH
Bow!
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NFG Duck - Pillow Talker Lyrics
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English
Never Fold the gang
Never Fold the mob
I'm tired of f*ck niggas playing with me...
Like..
Like I'm pussy
Damn
What?
Damn
Pussy was talking that f*ck
Damn, what?
Pussy was talking that gangster shit but he ain't get back for that nigga
This ain't no diss, he ain't my opp, this just me saying Ion f*ck with em
Say he was posted at the club with the dude who killed ya mans
Sat in that section ain't say nan
Pussy ain't even shake a leg
He could never be my homie
They kill brodie Imma sin
Hopping in that stoley we gon' wrap the whip and swap the vin
He a bitch he claim the jects but he was raised in Wellington
Oh yes he is
That boy a suburbs kid
He ain standing on 10
He a good looking guy but his aura is whack
Coke head somebody give him some jack
Dope head somebody serve him some crack
Once I feel tried it's a wrap after that
Im a snake, I done told you, stab you in the back
Watch you bleed while I tell you breathe and relax
Just take it easy, no need to react
Imma fry up the fish while you sit in the casket
Niggas be thug on the net til' he see me in public now he ain't got none to say
He tryna small talk, boy take a long walk, off of a short pier
Nigga you lame
I hang with killers and dealers
Only the realest, thats how I know that he fake
He claiming he got the shooters
And shit I believe him cause that nigga momma a jake
He always got some to say bout a nigga
He sit round and gossip, He gotta be gay
Don't get mad that I'm taking this shit to the music
This shit ain't from me it's what everybody say
Beating the odds While you beating your broad
Run up on me imma send you to god
Walking the bitch, like I'm walking my dog
I could tell that he gay by the way that he walk
HAHAHAHAHAH
Bow!
Never Fold the mob
I'm tired of f*ck niggas playing with me...
Like..
Like I'm pussy
Damn
What?
Damn
Pussy was talking that f*ck
Damn, what?
Pussy was talking that gangster shit but he ain't get back for that nigga
This ain't no diss, he ain't my opp, this just me saying Ion f*ck with em
Say he was posted at the club with the dude who killed ya mans
Sat in that section ain't say nan
Pussy ain't even shake a leg
He could never be my homie
They kill brodie Imma sin
Hopping in that stoley we gon' wrap the whip and swap the vin
He a bitch he claim the jects but he was raised in Wellington
Oh yes he is
That boy a suburbs kid
He ain standing on 10
He a good looking guy but his aura is whack
Coke head somebody give him some jack
Dope head somebody serve him some crack
Once I feel tried it's a wrap after that
Im a snake, I done told you, stab you in the back
Watch you bleed while I tell you breathe and relax
Just take it easy, no need to react
Imma fry up the fish while you sit in the casket
Niggas be thug on the net til' he see me in public now he ain't got none to say
He tryna small talk, boy take a long walk, off of a short pier
Nigga you lame
I hang with killers and dealers
Only the realest, thats how I know that he fake
He claiming he got the shooters
And shit I believe him cause that nigga momma a jake
He always got some to say bout a nigga
He sit round and gossip, He gotta be gay
Don't get mad that I'm taking this shit to the music
This shit ain't from me it's what everybody say
Beating the odds While you beating your broad
Run up on me imma send you to god
Walking the bitch, like I'm walking my dog
I could tell that he gay by the way that he walk
HAHAHAHAHAH
Bow!
Writer: Elijah May
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid