Yeah Fr
Antion Scales
Struggling with Yeah Fr? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
We the realest yeah I invented that I got rich not over night walk in the bar and spend a tab Yeah Pick a outfit out my closet Sharp as fifty nails Yea Pimping like my father And my momma she can tell Came from welfare Hell yea Catch wins like Odell And I can smell wack Tell that Everytime a nigga start to say a rap It's a fact Pack of people round me I got them attracted Money coming in no need to check my balance If I can make it out my city I can move a mountain All my dawgs they know its in me Let a nigga doubt me Let em watch me turn fifty dollars to fifty thousand Put the P-I-M in pimping yea Foot up in they ass Uh Hoe I got a different swag This ain't Jimmy Jazz Uh Girls that used to diss me now I sign they titties damn Uh All that bullshit I went through It help me fill the clip Just give me ammo Fast forward Bad boy Passports Cash flow Bad hoes Two hundred on the dashboard Poof pop up doing magic Two colors on the Mac truck Yea I give em what they asking for Gasoline with the matches hoe I blow up Yea Talk about money I show up Made a hundred grand before I woke up Roll up weed If you told on us then f*ck you Ok its f*ck it then I came from the ghetto so I got problems and I'm stuck with them Don't know whats up with them If I cant get the Lambo then it's right back to the bucket then For real For real Yeah For real Yeah For real Uh Yeah for real For real For real Back to the bucket then Back to the bucket then Huh for real Ok ok then Lame niggas be the main reason when i'm in the club I have to sneak my blade in Get offended by a dap or hug from a random Only give love to them same niggas that came up with the boy like a ladder I hit the shot when it matter I done put so much in this game I never done dropped a song thats average Go on a rampage Killing y'all just a habit What more to talk bout I'm running shit get walked down Like an eviction I get em locked out My squad putting the law down I spin blocks til i'm getting nauseous Put up shots like knock out Time keep tic-tic-tic-tic-toking i'm finna rush for the top now Selling out never gone cop out Careful the opps out I send shots at a cop house Killing us that got to stop now I got thoughts I jot down I'm alone in public it's the same when no one's not around I can't trust nobody Tattoos on my body They gone tell my story cause I still can't tell nobody She want Bed Bath & Body I just want the sloppy If she ain't fucking adios Ok its f*ck it then I came from the ghetto so I got problems and I'm stuck with them Don't know whats up with them If I cant get the Lambo then it's right back to the bucket then For real
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Yeah Fr Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/8188335/Antion+Scales/Yeah+Fr>.
Discuss the Yeah Fr Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In