Joey Trap - F.T.B. lyrics
[Joey Trap - F.T.B. lyrics]
Uh i hit from the back, finna
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) uh, uh, nigga (Nigga)
Ooh, ooh
I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Shorty real fine, real thick from the
Back she uh, uh, uh, uh
She nasty, uh, uh
She already know I'ma beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it up
(Uh) she took a perc 30, It get tense
Way I'm getting these dollars
It don't make cents, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I be strapped with a stick like a nigga fence
And I'm gon' hit a lick
Then we scale the fence
You don't wanna hear shots
Where ya momma rent all of my windows is
Bulletproof they Clark Kent
Nigga just look at this choppеr
This shit not pretend
Is shorty fucking, well I say it dеpends
If your bitch take a perc 30, it get tense
Hop out a whip forgiato, it say on the rim
Got 18 pounds, smoking white mintz
You could see me through the front
But the side got the tints
Nigga if I shoot the chop
Then I'm not finna' miss
I'm in LA, put a pint in a big red
He thought he beefing with me
Woulda' been dead
I'm with your shorty, she calling me big head
Bitch I'm a king we gon' fuck
In a big bed, uh, uh, uh
I beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up
I'm in a Lambo, I stay undefeated
While I'm switching lanes, she
Wanna smell it, and eat it
Gotta keep a fan 'cause shit get heated
Ooh, ooh
I hit from the back, finna Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(yeah, yeah) uh, uh
Oooh
I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Shorty real fine, real thick from the
Back she uh, uh, uh, uh
She nasty, uh, uh
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up
Ooh, yeah huh, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) uh, uh, nigga (Nigga)
Ooh, ooh
I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Shorty real fine, real thick from the
Back she uh, uh, uh, uh
She nasty, uh, uh
She already know I'ma beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it up
(Uh) she took a perc 30, It get tense
Way I'm getting these dollars
It don't make cents, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I be strapped with a stick like a nigga fence
And I'm gon' hit a lick
Then we scale the fence
You don't wanna hear shots
Where ya momma rent all of my windows is
Bulletproof they Clark Kent
Nigga just look at this choppеr
This shit not pretend
Is shorty fucking, well I say it dеpends
If your bitch take a perc 30, it get tense
Hop out a whip forgiato, it say on the rim
Got 18 pounds, smoking white mintz
You could see me through the front
But the side got the tints
Nigga if I shoot the chop
Then I'm not finna' miss
I'm in LA, put a pint in a big red
He thought he beefing with me
Woulda' been dead
I'm with your shorty, she calling me big head
Bitch I'm a king we gon' fuck
In a big bed, uh, uh, uh
I beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up
I'm in a Lambo, I stay undefeated
While I'm switching lanes, she
Wanna smell it, and eat it
Gotta keep a fan 'cause shit get heated
Ooh, ooh
I hit from the back, finna Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(yeah, yeah) uh, uh
Oooh
I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Shorty real fine, real thick from the
Back she uh, uh, uh, uh
She nasty, uh, uh
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up
Ooh, yeah huh, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh