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      FEEFA (Ft Gunna)

      FEEFA (Ft Gunna)

      6IX9INE

      Album: Dummy Boy

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      6IX9INE - FEEFA (Ft Gunna) Música y Letra

      [Gunna]
      Trapped on one stop, served my own block
      Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock
      Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us)
      Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us)
      Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael)
      They can't seize nothing
      Big shot, fuck that little thot
      I don't need y'all
      I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia
      Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
      Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?
      
      [6ix9ine]
      The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole
      Gotta stay ready for the smoke, 'cause niggas tryna take my soul
      I can't go, thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though
      Niggas don't know shit 'bout that
      How the fuck a nigga switch like that?
      Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that
      Put a rip from the hip like that
      Keep it around me, I can't never lie
      Niggas around me, they stay with the strap
      Move from around me, or you could get whacked
      I see an opp and I'm leaving my flight, oh-oh
      
      [Gunna]
      Percocet bitches on me, I'm a walking brand
      Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand
      Hoes in the sprinter van
      Pulling up spraying, puttin' hoes in the trash cans
      I'ma erase your man
      Gunna again, I ain't never follow your trend
      Nigga, you do what you can
      
      [Gunna]
      Trapped on one stop, served my own block
      Bought my own watch (own), loaded Glock
      Lettin' that thing pop (pop), they can't freeze us (freeze us)
      Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (see us)
      Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (hey, Michael)
      They can't seize nothing
      Big shot, fuck that little thot
      I don't need y'all
      I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia
      Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
      Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?
      
      [6ix9ine]
      I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team
      Had to break it down to three, get on one knee
      I prayed to the lord that he'd watch my family
      Thinking this bitch gon' wait on me
      Thinking my fans remember me
      Thinking my friends remember me
      Nigga, don't switch up on me
      Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch
      Ten for ten with this shit
      I'ma still drop these hits
      I'ma still pop my shit
      Got a Draco with the kick
      Glock. 30, hollow tips
      Ride around with that shit all on my hip
      See an opp, let it hit
      Lately, I been on some suck my dick shit
      
      Bitch, I'm stressing, oh, bitch, I'm stressing
      Mama saying: Don't cry, count your blessings
      I can't sleep, I can't sleep
      Hey, Michael
      I can't, uh

      6IX9INE - FEEFA (Ft Gunna) Música y Letra

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