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bfrmdao - Federal Cases Lyrics



bfrmdao - Federal Cases Lyrics
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They hit Young Thug with that Rico, got me
Thinkin' that I'm next Gotta check, look through the peephole, cause
The feds might pull up next, I'm the leader of the gang, I know they comin
For my head Know we dropped a lot of bodies, hope my
Gang don't go confess Riding through L.A, I got the Glocky on
My lap Get they low, I'm not gon' play, lil' bitch
I'm slidin' by myself It ain't sweet just cause I'm Muslim, still
A demon from the trap It's a war inside my city, I'm the reason
This Chiraq, I told Thugga on the phone, every nigga I
Done killed So I hope the feds don't know about that life
That I done lived I've been in them cells before, thinkin
I ain't gettin' out But if them feds come down for sure, I know
I ain't gettin' out If you in confession rooms, told my folks
To lie If you give him any statement, promise you
Gon' die I supply the heat to her, and he burn that
Fire He ask what I need, yeah, I say murder for
Hire
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Beverly Hills ridin' round with the stick Beverly Hills, catch him, shoot up the whip
You ain't gotta rob him, no, this is not a lick
I just want they soul gone, no comin' back from this
I know they finna use my songs against me I tell them it's a act, it ain't confessin
Knowin' damn well that it's all real These bullets in his body, they'll all steal it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I take perky's for the pain, whoa, whoa
Cause my brother's in the grave, no, no I pour blood and make me sane, whoa, whoa
For my folks up at the gates, whoa, whoa Long live VON, can't believe that he gone
Gone Heard the news, fell to my knees in slow-mo
Hell no, I can't forget you killed my bro, whoa
It's forever, f*ck YB and Quando If I catch you, I'ma bust the fa- fa- fa- fire
Pills get you high, but these bullets get you higher
That was your mans here, rap rockin' a wire He want a man, we make sure that he gone die, yeah
I'm a demon, pray to Allah for my sins I'm a demon, devil tellin' me to spin
Mask on, then I let them bullets ring You just a body, I don't care about a thing
I'm a demon, pray to Allah for my sins I'm a demon, devil tellin' me to spin
Mask on, then I let them bullets ring You just a body, I don't care about a thing
(repeat)
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They hit Young Thug with that Rico, got me
Thinkin' that I'm next Gotta check, look through the peephole, cause
The feds might pull up next, I'm the leader of the gang, I know they comin
For my head Know we dropped a lot of bodies, hope my
Gang don't go confess Riding through L.A, I got the Glocky on
My lap Get they low, I'm not gon' play, lil' bitch
I'm slidin' by myself It ain't sweet just cause I'm Muslim, still
A demon from the trap It's a war inside my city, I'm the reason
This Chiraq, I told Thugga on the phone, every nigga I
Done killed So I hope the feds don't know about that life
That I done lived I've been in them cells before, thinkin
I ain't gettin' out But if them feds come down for sure, I know
I ain't gettin' out If you in confession rooms, told my folks
To lie If you give him any statement, promise you
Gon' die I supply the heat to her, and he burn that
Fire He ask what I need, yeah, I say murder for
Hire
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Beverly Hills ridin' round with the stick Beverly Hills, catch him, shoot up the whip
You ain't gotta rob him, no, this is not a lick
I just want they soul gone, no comin' back from this
I know they finna use my songs against me I tell them it's a act, it ain't confessin
Knowin' damn well that it's all real These bullets in his body, they'll all steal it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I take perky's for the pain, whoa, whoa
Cause my brother's in the grave, no, no I pour blood and make me sane, whoa, whoa
For my folks up at the gates, whoa, whoa Long live VON, can't believe that he gone
Gone Heard the news, fell to my knees in slow-mo
Hell no, I can't forget you killed my bro, whoa
It's forever, f*ck YB and Quando If I catch you, I'ma bust the fa- fa- fa- fire
Pills get you high, but these bullets get you higher
That was your mans here, rap rockin' a wire He want a man, we make sure that he gone die, yeah
I'm a demon, pray to Allah for my sins I'm a demon, devil tellin' me to spin
Mask on, then I let them bullets ring You just a body, I don't care about a thing
I'm a demon, pray to Allah for my sins I'm a demon, devil tellin' me to spin
Mask on, then I let them bullets ring You just a body, I don't care about a thing
(repeat)
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Writer: Shandon Hound
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