lirik lagu niggaz goin fed – metro zu
[intro: ruben slikk, mr. b the poshstronaut, and lofty305]
(…b, b*tch, welcome to the kush*)
h*llo?
ay, what’s up y’all boys?
what’s up?
what y’all boys know about that onion or that white?
uh, nah buddy
i can get that?
nah, you can’t dawg, he dry
whatchu’ mean no?
dawg, he dry, i just told you f*ckboy!
aw, f*ck
p*ssy ass n*gga
okay, okay, okay, okay
i’ma holla at y’all boys though, alright? i’ma see y’all boys later, though
man, f*ck you
f*ck you, don’t call me no more, n*gga, you a snitch
alright, gotta go [?]
yo’ daddy’s a [?], n*gga, f*ck you
alright, peace
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ay, ay, ay, ay (fah*fah*fah*fah*bop*bop*bop)
ay, ay, ay, ay (fah*fah*fah*fah*bop*bop*bop)
ay, ay, ay, ay (fah*fah*fah*fah*bop*bop*bop)
ay, ay, ay (fah*fah*fah*fah*bop*bop*bop)
[chorus: lofty305]
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 1: lofty305]
i’m tired of the ratatouille ooey*gooey chumps
who he? snitch n*gga, b*tch n*gga, grow a p*ssy and some booty
scared of the jail cell so you might as well tell
boy, i see yo’ rat tail, to you i will not sell
echo on my nextel when i call your number
maybe you could catch me if i was a little dumber
real n*ggas over here catching [?] slumber
cutting n*ggas off like axe to a lumber
ratting*ass n*gga, i’ma call you winslow
we ain’t catdog, n*gga, we ain’t kinfolk
you was acting suspect straight from the intro
calling ’bout cocaine, asking for indo’
you can send yo’ texts and requests
straight to the fiery pit of h*ll in which you rest
sometime in the future when somebody shoot ya’
snitching ass n*ggas get fried like yuca
[chorus: lofty305]
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 2: mr. b the poshstronaut]
i be trying to stay faithful while these n*ggas going fed
i just rather be popped than my morals in the bed
f*ck a fed and all these n*ggas snitching on me
trying to come around my place planting sh*t on me
think i’m naïve, n*gga? aw h*ll, f*ck that
yeah, no time for coke, man, n*gga, f*ck that
real n*ggas stand up, fair n*ggas fall back
getting mango with the lawn, give they dad a call back
yeah, you know who you are, i done seen you at yo’ car
with yo’ daddy right beside you taking cuffs off yo’ arm, man
sound the alarm ’cause these perpetrators hearing you
nominee for newest fed n*gga of the year
yeah, n*gga, i done said it and no, i don’t regret it
memorizing every cop then acting to forget it
stupid n*gga turn you in for a little piece of lettuce
but he don’t understand that my gun be my fetish, b*tch
[chorus: lofty305]
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 3: ruben slikk]
[?] ain’t sh*t, black nine
full clip, weed splitting on them snitching ass p*ssies
stimulating high strap, pressing rounds on them rat
now they wet like i left they b*tch p*ssy
f*ck n*ggas, call them crackers, steady acting like a manic
crying like a girl before the f*cking jury
bootleg deploys, unemployed
got roped by them boys, now they snitching like the movie
some n*ggas know k!llers who be chopping snitchers
up like a motherf*cking strawberry smoothie
so when them crackers tell you snitch, better b*tton up yo’ lip
‘less yo’ ass wanna die, don’t do it
nerd ass tattletale, put a n*gga in a cell
i ain’t tripping ’cause my life is a movie
fear flow felony, heart bitter like lemons be
ac got me shivering like a jit in the spelling bee
oh, he draped in red for that murder, these n*ggas telling me
stay free, don’t fall for the dream that the crackers selling me
…
[chorus: lofty305]
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n*ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n*gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
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