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Felly
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Gorilla (feat. Gyyps)
Felly feat. Gyyps
Yeah, Ah Comin' out the house to a bag of that loud How they mail that amount? I got love for the girls in the crowd Gettin lost in the Marijuana Clouds (Bitch I love you) Ay, don't look down Homie don't look down Said I swim in the Sound Only thing more raw Is the shit I put out A go getter, A Gorilla, a trend setter Got vendettas with dope dealers With no feelings I don't feel those Who claim they the best ever You no dealer, my crew iller Ya get scared, just a block downtown Walkin' past little van You's about to sell out Slow dance I'm the man you ain't go another round Throw fists been a cage bird inside a dog pound I dont fuck with your sister, brother Talk shit you can kiss the gutter Pucker up boy I fixed the stutter Young Jist be the wicked drummer All his we gonna skip the come up I'm going big tomorrow with seven ten Gonna tighten the load Meditate wake up with the sun I don't do this for fun I do this so my blood pump What it is what it do what the fucks up I came through with the nunchucks Had a little birdy lose a tail Say 'Young Fel get the girls with the boobies out' This shawty oh ruley style Askin Gyyps what I'm doin now Hey what I'm doin now? 'The fuck we doin man? This shits stupid' 'Yo gotta be like, you can't be comin out with this soft shit All these bitches might fuck but you ain't no...' 'I like that soft shit, damn' Somwhere in the midst of the mist Ima build a skyscrape limited edit Let Zep die or make it on the playlist First check if they wired if not let 'em if Fake friends gettin tired of the crooked ass shakes Know I got fire, East Coast clam bakes Brake Brake, give thanks say grace let's pray Eatin' off your plate like all damn day This that shit the bucket list missed They fuck with this kid, illustrious chicks Be passin' me fists, We get facetious That crazy gee-wiz on wavy beaches I'm crazy watch this it's poppin off Bitch be on and off, Neighbors called the cops Fuck the mom in charge Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com See, Fell lil boss homie that's all Probably wip your ass in rap and a dance off Groovin' down in the grill to some dance hall Play it loud, shit is ill, I can't stand y'all Go ahead pop a pill, think you need to Roll your ass what it is you might need two Or three or seventy, While I flow so heavily And to my girlfriend Ebony: Ima hit like ketamine Spliff thick like ebony heavinly He a public enemy when he flow steadily Someone tell a priest come settle me Or another type of entity I'm on my job like this tellin' me Losin' track in me tennesses, I tend to see a coffin Every time I get up on the mic and that's often Y'all should probably take my advice and keep walkin' Do seven-three in this bitch, White Chocolate Bust 'God damn, god damn if ya heard that that one was hard' 'That one went hard, yea' 'That one was it, that one was it right there' 'If you ain't never heard one right there that one was it right there' 'That was it right there, smoke one of that right there' Go getter, emails for breakfast I'm a gorilla King Kong my chest up Bless up, Two seven three the best up Your girlfriend's here and she's trying to get some Get drunk I'll drink whatever I ain't gonna stop till I sees the devil And all my shit on another level And all my bitches' high heels stilettos are paid for Can't say that Prada I pay for it Gimmie that shit that I can't afford I'm just a product of bad divorce Homie fuck the lawyer, never name drop Rockin' a t-shirt or tank top I'll make all your bread in one day watch My women be bad look like Baywatch We get wavy and shit Yeah, I be the brace off a rib No limits and they hard to tell I put my heart and my feelings behind me So I can keep grindin and grindin and grindin Skate all the time and Ain't poppin no molly shit don't get it twisted Candy flip got your attention I rock the flow with a message Now I got all of them bitches Bands gettin laid, bands looks like The Beatles Im gonna hit the stage in an all white pico Ima switch lanes in an all white reco Never be the same, this the all white people Workin all night all night, stay schemin Could've been God or it coulda been the Reaper Or coulda been anything as long as you believe me Hold out on the press I ain't addin to the pressure Hold on to my bread because I ain't gettin fed
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