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 Artist: Dayton Family Album: Fbi

    Song: F.B.I.



I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mindMotherfuck the
education and drug rebilitationI'm smokin on that weed and the green
is gettin tastyDead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase
meNovember the 29th, I bust open my mommas cockPussy hole addicted to
drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rockSo motherfuck you bitches and
you snitches tryin to do me inPolice in disguises and he tries to buy
PeruviansKnockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that
floorThat thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my
forty-fourCreepin up out my window pane, I smell copsA honkey on the
block, drop to my knee, I took a shotI seen him drop, one time this
ain't the place for thatSince he's a fed, I took off his face for
thatThat shit that he tried to pullYou know he couldn't get away with
thisBitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with thisFuck being
indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin storyCops roll to the
cemetary, all snitches to my laboratoryI'm fittin to stir it, rock it
up, so where's my silver spoonI put my yea out on the block, and all
you hear is boomThis is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater
wetA fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking techRat tat to the
tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memoryFor ridin my nuts and tryin
to stick me with deliveryLoose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or
dieThis is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.Backstabbers gone, so
I guess you dirty cops are cleanYou took a father from their family,
motherfuck their dreamsIs what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass
fedI want you dead, I'm going to pump your ass full of leadLet's make
a deal, this shit is real, illI pack my steel, you let him goThen we
can let you live, you made that switchAnd now it's time to kill you
bitchGive you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditchDrug
dealers and fed killers, lets get unitedBoom holes on them hoes, green
fuck being inditedMotherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to dieup
on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supplyJail ain't never scared
me none, fuck the feds and vice cops tooDistribution of cocaine, is
that all y'all can come with dudeBitches betta think fast, find
yourself a better snitchCause that bitch you got smoke rocksSo that
mean her word ain't shitIf I get some prison time, give me mine, cause
I ain't fakeSince my click don't snitchWhen I get out all my
connections straightThe journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to
the third degreeBefore my trial can come, the newspaper want to
sentence meBitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance
againGotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the penBitch we
ain't no kin, fuck that smilin I ain't in that moodBring in the
indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's foodBitch you know
that's rude, attitude is to the third degreeSend me to penetentiary,
come out that bitch a straight up GNever been a busta, always been a
hustlaSellin yea, came up bustin capsSo we could deal this dime out
where I stayOut to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I
knowFiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house doorGotta
make some more, I'm droppin weight on that digital scaleMore popular
than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sellsMotherfuckin bitch, I
want a key, give me that uncut rawShit up in your jar, the best
cocaine these crackheads ever sawYour momma's eyes are big again,
everytime she smokesShe plots, since I wouldn't give her no rockShe
sending the federal government in my spotConspiracy and distribution,
drop some grip so I can fight itFree again to sell dope, bitch fuck
being indited

 

  




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I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mindMotherfuck the
education and drug rebilitationI'm smokin on that weed and the green
is gettin tastyDead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase
meNovember the 29th, I bust open my mommas cockPussy hole addicted to
drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rockSo motherfuck you bitches and
you snitches tryin to do me inPolice in disguises and he tries to buy
PeruviansKnockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that
floorThat thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my
forty-fourCreepin up out my window pane, I smell copsA honkey on the
block, drop to my knee, I took a shotI seen him drop, one time this
ain't the place for thatSince he's a fed, I took off his face for
thatThat shit that he tried to pullYou know he couldn't get away with
thisBitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with thisFuck being
indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin storyCops roll to the
cemetary, all snitches to my laboratoryI'm fittin to stir it, rock it
up, so where's my silver spoonI put my yea out on the block, and all
you hear is boomThis is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater
wetA fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking techRat tat to the
tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memoryFor ridin my nuts and tryin
to stick me with deliveryLoose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or
dieThis is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.Backstabbers gone, so
I guess you dirty cops are cleanYou took a father from their family,
motherfuck their dreamsIs what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass
fedI want you dead, I'm going to pump your ass full of leadLet's make
a deal, this shit is real, illI pack my steel, you let him goThen we
can let you live, you made that switchAnd now it's time to kill you
bitchGive you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditchDrug
dealers and fed killers, lets get unitedBoom holes on them hoes, green
fuck being inditedMotherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to dieup
on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supplyJail ain't never scared
me none, fuck the feds and vice cops tooDistribution of cocaine, is
that all y'all can come with dudeBitches betta think fast, find
yourself a better snitchCause that bitch you got smoke rocksSo that
mean her word ain't shitIf I get some prison time, give me mine, cause
I ain't fakeSince my click don't snitchWhen I get out all my
connections straightThe journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to
the third degreeBefore my trial can come, the newspaper want to
sentence meBitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance
againGotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the penBitch we
ain't no kin, fuck that smilin I ain't in that moodBring in the
indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's foodBitch you know
that's rude, attitude is to the third degreeSend me to penetentiary,
come out that bitch a straight up GNever been a busta, always been a
hustlaSellin yea, came up bustin capsSo we could deal this dime out
where I stayOut to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I
knowFiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house doorGotta
make some more, I'm droppin weight on that digital scaleMore popular
than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sellsMotherfuckin bitch, I
want a key, give me that uncut rawShit up in your jar, the best
cocaine these crackheads ever sawYour momma's eyes are big again,
everytime she smokesShe plots, since I wouldn't give her no rockShe
sending the federal government in my spotConspiracy and distribution,
drop some grip so I can fight itFree again to sell dope, bitch fuck
being indited

                            
							
                                    
                            

							


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