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lirik lagu fishy feet – bobby fishscale

[intro]
i just take my life (dreambillz) and then i turn into poetry (huh?)
who you know be in the studio more than me (p*ss)
lights off, p*ssing in the dark, couldn’t see the toilet seat (d*mn)
colder than a bih, use the stove to cook and the heat (woo)

[verse 1]
had to use the stove to cook and to warm the house (d*mn)
wearing grandma clothes, f*cked around and wore a blouse (woo)
we done had roaches, b*tch, we done had a mouse (mouse)
i done seen a woodrat chew through the house (d*mn)
we stole free food every time they passed it out (woo)
they want me to stunt, too much pain coming out (out)
do it for the n*ggas locked who ain’t never coming out (out)
i was twenty*one the first time we lived in the house
my whole life lived in apartments and trailers (yeah)
my whole life sold dope, borrowed from the neighbors (woo)
my whole life sold tree, i done sold acres (d*mn)
i done sold a lot of clean, made a lot of dirty paper (fishy)
[chorus]
so much dirty money, got me clean on these n*ggas (clean)
when i hit the fishy feet, they be thinkin’ i’m on jiggas (fishy)
only smoke a lot of weed, b*tch, i do drink no liquor (nah)
if that b*tch can’t hold no drum, then b*tch, i don’t want that pistol (baow)

[verse 2]
dior bookbag, bought that for the drac’ (drac’)
shoot through the man bag, b*tch, i can’t wait (bah*bah*bah)
make a b*tch buy a pistol in every f*cking state (woo)
if they tryna take my chain, gotta shoot me in my face (d*mn)
streets ain’t safe, b*tch, but i’m still in ’em (d*mn)
got a deal on blocks, you know i’m gon’ get ’em (get ’em)
i’ma buy this, buy this percy miller (d*mn)
auntie hit the dope, go michael jackson, thriller
they left me out here on my own, but you know, it’s cool (it’s cool)
i do not need a cosign or no help from none you dudes (none of you)
d*mn sure ain’t need no help when i was in there rocking blues (nah)
i done did a hundred shows, and two*hundred interviews (fishy)
b*tch, i really used the living room for a bedroom (yeah)
i was sleeping on the chair ’til i dropped out of high school (d*mn)
i got so much dedication, b*tch, i know i can’t lose (nah)
one*hundred percent real (woo), ain’t nothin’ else to prove (fishy)

[chorus]
so much dirty money, got me clean on these n*ggas (clean)
when i hit the fishy feet, they be thinkin’ i’m on jiggas (fishy)
only smoke a lot of weed, b*tch, i do drink no liquor (nah)
if that b*tch can’t hold no drum, then b*tch, i don’t want that pistol (baow)
[outro]
i just take my life (ayy, man) and then i turn into poetry (poetry)
who you know be in the studio more than me (n*ggas ain’t as hard as me)
lights off, p*ssing in the dark (i would be p*ssing in the floor), couldn’t see the toilet seat
colder than a bih, use the stove to cook (no cap) and the heat
(dreambillz, count up)

- bobby fishscale

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