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F.A.Y.B.A.N.
9.631
Hip-Hop/Rap
F.A.Y.B.A.N. foi lançado em 13 de dezembro de 2007 por All Hoodz Musik como parte do álbum Screwball Classic
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Data de lançamento13 de dezembro de 2007
SeloAll Hoodz Musik
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM95

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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Screwball
Screwball
Composição

Letra

"From the underground"
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** from my heart
Everybody talkin' shit but nobody wanna start
Straight from QB, original shit starter
Welcome me back like Kotter
My three pound seven Revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin' there, pool of blood, Poet engraved in your forehead
Your crew came, but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin' with the Boar's Head
Straight up and down, I'm here to knock you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks
Y'all bitch ass ****, I'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love, 'cause my shit's blazin' hot
Smack you with the MAC, give you a speed knot
It be in The Source next issue, sayin' why I dissed you
Punk motherfuckers, y'all don't want the ruckus
So-called tough guys, I despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin'
**** smack ya moms, you won't even do nothin'
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Woohaa)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass ****, who want it?
Just say somethin', so I can spray somethin'
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin' like they bonin' 'em, they don't even be knowin' 'em
I'm ready to smack the dog shit out of 'em
I don’t give a fuck if they Gold and Plat'num
My rhyme flatten 'em like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin' out all type of shit
'Bout time I flip, y'all **** been livin' good
**** gettin' paid to say, "Fuck the hood"
No, it's fuck you, bitch-ass ****, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
Fuck 'em, with no grease, I hate 'em like I hate the police
If I get the chance, I'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin' pussy fuckin' coward
All of a sudden, all y'all **** "'Bout It, 'Bout It"
**** ain't even tryin' cop no brick
Ain't even tryin' worry about the cops and shit
**** need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
**** from the projects don't wanna hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin' like a little bitch
Screwball drops the illest shit
That blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all ****
From the top of my lungs, I scream
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Woohaa)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where the Bridge at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Where 43rd at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass **** (Screwball what)
Fuck all y'all BITCH ASS ****
Word
QB shit (What?)
What, motherfucka
What, yeah, yeah
Screwball, Big Poet (Woohaa)
Representin' QB, knowhasayin?
Underground representin' forever (Forever)
'Cause a' them **** like Preemo (Yeah)
Not none of y'all bitch ass **** (Bitch ass ****)
Fuck 'em (It's QB forever, ****)
Blah, blah!
Written by: Screwball
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