Converse Musik Remix Farid Bang (Ft. Al-Gear, L Nino, Massiv & Young Buck)
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[Songtext zu „Converse Musik Remix“ ft. L Nino, Young Buck, Massiv & Al-Gear]
[Intro: Young Buck]
Farid, they outta jackin my style man
Yeah, they can't do it like us, dawg
Ca$hville to Marocco, you know
These Niggas out here biting my style!
[Part 1: Young Buck]
Stop, okay, look who just walked in
And you was thinking that the DEA just caught him
You rappers start leaving, got a text: "They caught wind
That I was coming", they just didn't know what I was off in
I bought 10 tickets, we came to kick it
And knowing by the end of the night I would be convicted
Barred from the hood, you niggas restricted
I turned my whole situation around Mike Vicked it
First shot I miss, I think I still nicked it
Shit change when you watch your mama get evicted
In this game bitch-niggas will get it twisted
Until their family get a visit
We out here gettin' rich of this powder
You know what I mean? We sell dope and do it proud
Fuck a rapper-bitch, go, get you a style
And after that go, find you a crowd
[Intro: Young Buck]
Farid, they outta jackin my style man
Yeah, they can't do it like us, dawg
Ca$hville to Marocco, you know
These Niggas out here biting my style!
[Part 1: Young Buck]
Stop, okay, look who just walked in
And you was thinking that the DEA just caught him
You rappers start leaving, got a text: "They caught wind
That I was coming", they just didn't know what I was off in
I bought 10 tickets, we came to kick it
And knowing by the end of the night I would be convicted
Barred from the hood, you niggas restricted
I turned my whole situation around Mike Vicked it
First shot I miss, I think I still nicked it
Shit change when you watch your mama get evicted
In this game bitch-niggas will get it twisted
Until their family get a visit
We out here gettin' rich of this powder
You know what I mean? We sell dope and do it proud
Fuck a rapper-bitch, go, get you a style
And after that go, find you a crowd
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