Broken Femur Songtext
von Flee Lord
Broken Femur Songtext
Lots of dipping and some butter
While you were living with your mother
I was pitching in the gutter
Calmly gripping on this rubber
Proper rocks
High point
Loaded with some copper tops
Watching cops
Oppas tried the vibers
This is not the block
Medicaid is celebrate today
Like we never made it
Measure weigh it by the whole day You make seven payments
Fliego Delgado
I used to sell bottles
Filled up with coke and feed it to models
Fuck Prada, fuck Gucci, I′m slayin' my own drip
Fuck halfway friends who pray that you don′t flip
If you a real nigga, then pay for your own shit
If you wanna stay free, don't lay where you goin', bitch
You see me Lord walkin′ Torah for a small fortune
Elephants in, alligators cross the Lord Fortress
Chasin′ bags while the bars gettin' better
Yeah I charge for these letters
Thank Allah for this cheddar, Lord
It′s a few niggas that's nice but my flow is meaner
Sellin′ wild blow with Pablo's demeanor
Soon as he get released, I′m coppin' bro the Beamer
He got his feet up in that prison, but I know he eager
Pussy nigga talkin' to me like he won′t get ether
He backed out, I snatched his pistol from him, broke his fingers
Comin′ through that shortcut, I blow the steamer
Shawty in my pants, walkin' like I got a broken femur
Ayo Flee, my nigga P would be proud
When it come to that grimy shit, our name is ringin′ around
Ayo, pussy nigga, keep gettin' loud (talkin′)
I will body you and your body won't be easily found (boo-boo-boo)
One verse is like three different styles
It′s unbelievable how these two niggas sound
What's on my feet is too thiled
You sneak diss and you just reach and you clown
My shooter got ten bodies, he like the Reaper in town
(That nigga nuts, though)
Loyalty of death, we affiliated (ah)
You wife the bitch, we penetrated, skeeted in the faces
I got shot in my head, bitch, but still I made it
I just took my lemons and I eliminate it
Any rapper on my list can get eliminated
How to take over the game, I just demonstrated
You heard my last shit, that shit the illest ain't it
Flee, they can′t fuck with the shit we illustrated
While you were living with your mother
I was pitching in the gutter
Calmly gripping on this rubber
Proper rocks
High point
Loaded with some copper tops
Watching cops
Oppas tried the vibers
This is not the block
Medicaid is celebrate today
Like we never made it
Measure weigh it by the whole day You make seven payments
Fliego Delgado
I used to sell bottles
Filled up with coke and feed it to models
Fuck Prada, fuck Gucci, I′m slayin' my own drip
Fuck halfway friends who pray that you don′t flip
If you a real nigga, then pay for your own shit
If you wanna stay free, don't lay where you goin', bitch
You see me Lord walkin′ Torah for a small fortune
Elephants in, alligators cross the Lord Fortress
Chasin′ bags while the bars gettin' better
Yeah I charge for these letters
Thank Allah for this cheddar, Lord
It′s a few niggas that's nice but my flow is meaner
Sellin′ wild blow with Pablo's demeanor
Soon as he get released, I′m coppin' bro the Beamer
He got his feet up in that prison, but I know he eager
Pussy nigga talkin' to me like he won′t get ether
He backed out, I snatched his pistol from him, broke his fingers
Comin′ through that shortcut, I blow the steamer
Shawty in my pants, walkin' like I got a broken femur
Ayo Flee, my nigga P would be proud
When it come to that grimy shit, our name is ringin′ around
Ayo, pussy nigga, keep gettin' loud (talkin′)
I will body you and your body won't be easily found (boo-boo-boo)
One verse is like three different styles
It′s unbelievable how these two niggas sound
What's on my feet is too thiled
You sneak diss and you just reach and you clown
My shooter got ten bodies, he like the Reaper in town
(That nigga nuts, though)
Loyalty of death, we affiliated (ah)
You wife the bitch, we penetrated, skeeted in the faces
I got shot in my head, bitch, but still I made it
I just took my lemons and I eliminate it
Any rapper on my list can get eliminated
How to take over the game, I just demonstrated
You heard my last shit, that shit the illest ain't it
Flee, they can′t fuck with the shit we illustrated
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