N.W.A - FENDI lyrics
[N.W.A - FENDI lyrics]
Have you with professional killas
Chasing hit's
Poppin' rocks when he locks a Glock
Shots at the moderates
The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops
Poppin molly pops
She pretty but she insecure
As baby-mother scars mass appeal
And this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
From 93 til infinity
We poppin major drama still
Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal
You all bitches ain't even on my level
Just to let you know, you are
We poppin' models like dahmer
I'm positive you poppin' shit
Respect my conglomerate
My effort is contagious
So check this boa shit
Shorty got nothin' to worry
'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you so tell them dirty bitches
I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Make you faint when i go hard in the paint
Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy
Chillin' with homies and family
Don't take more than i can
Get to prevent waste plus i showed up with a
Coat fresher than wet paint
So here i am at the store for some chips
Candy evenings, with candy stevens
Look at the paint on the cart (cart)
Know give me a head start
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Potions paint me mental pictures
Like this rotten candy
Beat with biggie smalls speech
Rollin with my d-o-gs
I'm chiefin on some long beach
Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh
Shorty got nothin' to worry
'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you so tell them dirty bitches
I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
St louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
In their designer jean's back
I don't rock designer cloths
I rather rock and shock with that raiden robe
You know i’m stickin' to that
Proper code: strapped up, lock n load
Don't wear designer brands cause
I can't afford em
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Wearin' up in a jacket and
Designer pelle pelle bitch
Play me for a stepping stone
Then, i land mine, huh
All my shit designer and i’m still a minor
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Remember meeting you in
Those italian heels and that designer dress
I shall not fear no man but
Godthough i walk through the valley of death
As i stare at the ceiling fan
As a fan of these wicked streets
Become a coach designer of body
Bags and coca leaves
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Or your designer clothes littering the floor
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh
Chasing hit's
Poppin' rocks when he locks a Glock
Shots at the moderates
The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops
Poppin molly pops
She pretty but she insecure
As baby-mother scars mass appeal
And this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
From 93 til infinity
We poppin major drama still
Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal
You all bitches ain't even on my level
Just to let you know, you are
We poppin' models like dahmer
I'm positive you poppin' shit
Respect my conglomerate
My effort is contagious
So check this boa shit
Shorty got nothin' to worry
'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you so tell them dirty bitches
I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Make you faint when i go hard in the paint
Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy
Chillin' with homies and family
Don't take more than i can
Get to prevent waste plus i showed up with a
Coat fresher than wet paint
So here i am at the store for some chips
Candy evenings, with candy stevens
Look at the paint on the cart (cart)
Know give me a head start
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Potions paint me mental pictures
Like this rotten candy
Beat with biggie smalls speech
Rollin with my d-o-gs
I'm chiefin on some long beach
Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh
Shorty got nothin' to worry
'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you so tell them dirty bitches
I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
St louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
In their designer jean's back
I don't rock designer cloths
I rather rock and shock with that raiden robe
You know i’m stickin' to that
Proper code: strapped up, lock n load
Don't wear designer brands cause
I can't afford em
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Wearin' up in a jacket and
Designer pelle pelle bitch
Play me for a stepping stone
Then, i land mine, huh
All my shit designer and i’m still a minor
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Remember meeting you in
Those italian heels and that designer dress
I shall not fear no man but
Godthough i walk through the valley of death
As i stare at the ceiling fan
As a fan of these wicked streets
Become a coach designer of body
Bags and coca leaves
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Or your designer clothes littering the floor
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe
(Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
(Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom
(Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh
She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh