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Whole Thing - Fresh Coast (Ft. Bigg K, Bobby Bucher, Fredo & Lush One)
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Whole Thing Fresh Coast (Ft. Bigg K, Bobby Bucher, Fredo & Lush One)

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Whole Thing" от Fresh Coast (Ft. Bigg K, Bobby Bucher, Fredo & Lush One). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.
Whole Thing - Fresh Coast (Ft. Bigg K, Bobby Bucher, Fredo & Lush One)
[Intro: Bigg K]
W-what what what
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Bigg K]
I been tryna get it right since a Fisher Price, lot of dope, plenty nights, Tommy coat, with the Nikes
Choppin' down a deuce wit' a kitchen knife, livin' life, all my pieces hittin' and they gettin' swiped
That shit that you on, the dog did it twice
I don't listen to y'alls and I don't give advice
But I had to feed the fam', get the business right
Why you screamin' free the man you ain't send a kite? Right
Fishscale cocaine, pull up a chair, get a rail and get ya' nose stained
The dough stay the same but the hoes change, still up in the dope game, I'ma need the, I'ma need the

[Hook: Bobby Bucher]
I want the whole thing, I don't want part of it
I don't, I don't
I want the whole thing, tell shawty I want all of it
Yeah she already know
I want the whole thing, I'ma just take mine
I'ma just take mine
I want the whole thing, nice whip, nice crib all these women 'round me, and none of it fake
I want the whole thing

[Verse 2: Lush One]
I brought work to school that would usually sell
Getting over on the posers with they goofy selves
I was careful what I showed 'em 'cause them dudes would tell
Bitches used to front on me, they'd swear they knew me well
I'll slide my mans a band if he ain't doing well
Don't trip if haters lie on me the truth prevails
Way before I bought my first Gucci belt
I knew that I was different with a truth to tell
Shouts to those who's quiet 'bout who's selling loud
My boats sail, the ops praying a fella drown
Margielas on my toes, feet don't fail me now
Big dreams on the way, I can't scale it down
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