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lirik lagu 84 biarritz – mistah f.a.b.

[intro: husalah]
yeah
one a-motherf-ckin’-gain
it’s the motherf-ckin’ mob, b-tch, uh, yo

[verse 1: allblack]
this that demon s-m-n, that sixteen, these hoes pick first
oklahoma drills when i’m trappin’, that’s how a n-gg- work
nails dirty, neck saucy, my armpits stink
been at the motel 6 trappin’ all motherf-ckin’ week
i’m allblack from the dubs, i’m a dog on these beats
meet me at sallys if you want to choose up on a p
close your mouth, donate your eyes when short dawg speak
thirty toes, and they all painted in them mike vick cleats
’84 aldo all white, that’s bust down g
’05 ravens, dumb -ss flagrant, that stump down beast
and i got gangsters with bull rings who don’t play about me
hop out that old school, that two-tone glock on me
thank you, it’s black

[chorus: husalah]
’84 biarritz and i need more b-tches
i’ma trust a b-tch ’cause i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
b-tch
an ’84 biarritz like i need more b-tches
i’ma trust a b-tch ’cause i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
b-tch
an ’84 biarritz and i need more b-tches
pull up on the b-tch and i yoke, still dippin’
choose a b-tch ’cause i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
b-tch, uh

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
ooh, yeah, it’s hey, baby
jump ball, kickoff, time to play, baby
’84 biarritz, h-lla chicks, h-lla chips
bustin’ tricks, givin’ chips to a pimp, make me rich
i was born to mack like todd
mama was a hustler hustler in the mob
i’m a son of a pimp, daddy squatted in sevilles
and knock a bad b-tch and put her on the track in heels
yeah, i’m shockin’ like an eel, and i’m stackin’ up the scrill’
eat a pill, take a chill
knocked a thick richmond b-tch, her daddy from easter hill
for real, tell me how it feel
my rich white b-tch already got me in her will (hey, baby)

[verse 3: too $hort]
i got the money from the hoes, the fame from the foes
got an old school droptop caddy on fours
i got a big old chain and i’m lookin’ like the 80’s
16 years old with a brand new mercedes
you sellin’ dope, put the c-ke in the baggie
climp n-gg-s put the hoes in the caddy
i come back in a big -ss truck
with a bad b-tch that wanna get f-cked
if she ain’t makin’ enough i kick her out at the intersection (b-tch)
me and floyd mayweather, we got b-tch collections (we got b-tches)
your ho see me comin’, she gon’ switch directions (choose up)
and if you talk too much, you gon’ miss the lesson, n-gg-

[verse 4: husalah]
once a-motherf-ckin’-gain, young hus, b-tch, yup, yup, yup
i’m in the purse, see my pet, i’m a man’s threat
real mob n-gg-, keep it solid, i’m a d-mn vet
been gettin’ money, knockin’ b-tches since the sandpit
i don’t play about my bread, and all that sucker sh-t is scandalous
hatin’ on my bread is how you get your head handled
fn-57, motor revvin’, leave his cap flattened
bending blocks in the mob drop, b-tch, i’m a mack and they can’t stand it
this police sh-t, i run the strip, on any b-tch that’s on this planet
you tryna be tough, i’m tryna be rich, and none of my b-tches is romantic
if i whip out with this stick out, i bet that b-tch out sneak a panic
but i’d rather knock b-tches in an ’84, mob is my family

[chorus: husalah]
’84 biarritz and i need more b-tches
pull up on the b-tch and i yoke, still dippin’
choose a b-tch ’cause i need more riches (i need more b-tches)
b-tch, uh

- mistah f a b

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