Fed-X, Ampichino - Never Over lyrics
[Fed-X, Ampichino - Never Over lyrics]
Yo the club packed what it do what it do
You could go in the parking lot
Pimp do what ya do
Sippin' on bottles of blue
And bottles of gold blowin' purp in the VI
Wid some modelling hoes
Yo when the drinks come make
Sure the bottles is cold
Follow my lead mammy talkin'
Bout swallowin' me i got my gun in the club
But I'm ready to fight
And my watch and my chain look
Just like a strobe light
So Fed said he got four hoes that's gon' dyke
I got four to match it's gon' be a long night
We ballin' cuzzin' it look like I
Pitch for the White Sox
Put my chain in her Remy she
Wanted it on the rocks
She, wanted to dance she felt
The gun in my pants
I'm holdin' her hands hold on
Ma' I ain't yo man
By the way where ya friends
This shit about to end
Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a
Set of twins what it do
It's the god I'm so high let's
Fly away on a G-4
It's fifty states I'm place to
Placee they want more
And praise the Lord they wanna
Bow to the king i'm your honor the new dude
Mister Forbes magazine and still
Debiassi when I answer my
Cell phone corporate
Big business skyscraper stackin' large paper
Gotta get 'em we gotta get
'em we get them what
The ninety-one H-K'll make yo hood duck
I floss wid dimes you move wid a hood slut
My whips custom you waitin' on ya good luck
Yeh, it's real
HOOK
Come on, you know I'm just that dude
And I'm just so cool plus my mouth so rude
It's the don they say I'm
Godzilla and king kong
Gorilla wid a fifty cal in Cali they love me
Sewers or the streets you know
The hoods they dug me
I put it in the air and
Now ya girl wanna trust me
She rub me they wanna kiss on the god body
Ya whores wanna rape this
Prince in a spaceship
So taste this white stuff on ya facelift
The groupies wanna take over huggin'
On a god's poster
I push off in a concept these bitches wet
The world is mine my watch is full of begets
The chain hang to my designers
Ya honors my name like half a mil I'm in the
Bizness not in the game
You could go in the parking lot
Pimp do what ya do
Sippin' on bottles of blue
And bottles of gold blowin' purp in the VI
Wid some modelling hoes
Yo when the drinks come make
Sure the bottles is cold
Follow my lead mammy talkin'
Bout swallowin' me i got my gun in the club
But I'm ready to fight
And my watch and my chain look
Just like a strobe light
So Fed said he got four hoes that's gon' dyke
I got four to match it's gon' be a long night
We ballin' cuzzin' it look like I
Pitch for the White Sox
Put my chain in her Remy she
Wanted it on the rocks
She, wanted to dance she felt
The gun in my pants
I'm holdin' her hands hold on
Ma' I ain't yo man
By the way where ya friends
This shit about to end
Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a
Set of twins what it do
It's the god I'm so high let's
Fly away on a G-4
It's fifty states I'm place to
Placee they want more
And praise the Lord they wanna
Bow to the king i'm your honor the new dude
Mister Forbes magazine and still
Debiassi when I answer my
Cell phone corporate
Big business skyscraper stackin' large paper
Gotta get 'em we gotta get
'em we get them what
The ninety-one H-K'll make yo hood duck
I floss wid dimes you move wid a hood slut
My whips custom you waitin' on ya good luck
Yeh, it's real
HOOK
Come on, you know I'm just that dude
And I'm just so cool plus my mouth so rude
It's the don they say I'm
Godzilla and king kong
Gorilla wid a fifty cal in Cali they love me
Sewers or the streets you know
The hoods they dug me
I put it in the air and
Now ya girl wanna trust me
She rub me they wanna kiss on the god body
Ya whores wanna rape this
Prince in a spaceship
So taste this white stuff on ya facelift
The groupies wanna take over huggin'
On a god's poster
I push off in a concept these bitches wet
The world is mine my watch is full of begets
The chain hang to my designers
Ya honors my name like half a mil I'm in the
Bizness not in the game