Lyrics:
fig-it
I smoke on za dis ain't no midget
I smoke on za to ease the tension
Send a blitz like bro go get em
Bro grab the poles we going fishing
Y'all
I am becoming
My body
Capital B body
That barren fig tree has value to me
I will not take back one word of what I said
Identify me
The hues on my
and rocking em loafers
Bitch let me know I just need come closure
Know ya new yeah man that boy he a joker
Who woulda thought six figs on em motors
Ain't making
Rhy.Fig.1.: Egy szépnapon gondoltam egyet, és elindultam otthonról
Hogy a nagyvilágot jól bejárjam és élhessek kicsit magamtól
Nem sok cuccot
the African Commission
Setting the stage for a new strategic commission
We must reconcile this past for the world to see
Time is running out for the fig tree
Rhy.Fig.1.: Egy hete folyton be vagyok tépve
Ha így megy tovább, soha nem lehet vége
S-Team, Demon, yeah, I got them fiening' for it
Back-to-back, Maybach, Duh them Beamer's boring'
Hop out on Fig, I'm tryna go and bleed a whore
These
toiles fumant ici avec toi
J'ai affront les rues d'ma ville à la recherche d'un sourire
Un dcor fig, rythm par la haine et les giros d'la police
Depuis
sprouting up on fig
You can miss me with that ho shit
You can't catch me, I got motion
Smoking on an awful lot of potent
24-7 we be open
If I buss plays with
the hardest
Thoughts are the ones
Worth fighting for
All thats left is a woman
Who looks like me
I'm not sat under
Sylva Plath's fig tree
I'm just being me
we could try and see
Send my body down the river by the figs and the olive tree
That we planted together
I'm on my knees cryin' prayin' to a god in
To make some money
She finna work on fig
She finna work on fig
Shot my shot
Shot again
Cause her system rigged
Ayy that big bitch
Looking for some gold
Told
That nigga bitch
That nigga count six figs
That nigga house real big
That nigga walk
Like he gonna own all the streets
That nigga file real legit
I'm
Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but he normal,
It's a fig it's a pickle it's a fad
It's a four-door hoopee that my daddy once had
It's a chocolate clock with a chime
It's a miracle that you're
nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, how you fig nigga
Get it how you live nigga, do you dig nigga?
You ain't gone take my life, I
Tick tick, tock tock
This is for my niggas on
The Fig Fig block-block
51st street down on Ver-ver-mont-mont
Busta ass niggas get their shit-shit
bitch
You know where I be at: 51st and Fig
You need that, nigga? Get at me one time
Nigga
Top Dawg ENT, getting every dollar I see
I'm the head nigga
to dig
Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
If they fake the fig it's the blues child dig
{want some of my soda?}
Fine they be mega, sexy
Ooh, ooh
Mmmm
Like the scripture says:
"Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid." (Afraid)
Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
They'll be safe in the nation we've made
I wanna sit under my own
the pig, is you offing pigs or offering figs?
Oh, you big and bad, blowing hay and sticks, huffing bricks
Clip the snout to spite the mouth, right the lips
shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend (ayy), shut the fuck (pull up) up, ayy
My lil' baby lowkey a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag
Glocks on Glocks?
Ain't nothing more important than a hoova
Who hoppin' out cars, unloadin' that pop, pop, yawk, yawk, move ya'
Fig, Fig, Figueroa, gotta
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