Top Songs By Figuero Jones
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Figuero Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik McGregor Shane
Composer
Aiden Bable
Composer
William Tabor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ADN
Producer
Tayko
Producer
Lyrics
Hmm, It's figuero 3 times
Y'all already know wtf going on
Too much sauce i'm dripping like shiiet
Shorty came close start giving me gleezy
I'm cold this shit too breezy
Sent one pack get two back easy
I'm like bro you getting too greedy
Cut you off you get no piece
No hand outs you get no treaty
Ask my opps they got no peace
More time i'm flowing like weezy
Adn shines he cooking on heat
Spun the block so much i got dizzy
Far as i know i got no beef
Me i shine just like my jewellery
Princess cut and big marques
Just like lox i rep my db
Shit going off like biz markie
Sun go down and it get freaky
No lights on i'm on my street
Me i'm fine i'm move too greasy
This shit light i'm a whole new breed
Can't find me so these hoes pree
Im on go i get no sleep
Bitch i'm flowing like james and stevie
Headache i'm a big headache
How i'm spitting this shit and i'm safe you dig
Heartache i'm a big heartache
Don't ask me i give no names you pig
Start it i just started
I was down low get ready set go young fig
Charted trying get charted
Out here they give fake love to the kid
No fluke boy, floating on a flute boy
Strapped up on 10 like a boot boy
I'm spraying all mine like a new toy
Call rhi i'm just another rude boy
Stay humble and quiet i'm too coy
Seen too much war like u roy
Don't wanna see none of their viewpoints
One hit I'm trying to break two joints
Too much sauce i'm dripping like shiiet
Shorty came close start giving me gleezy
I'm cold this shit too breezy
Sent one pack get two back easy
I'm like bro you getting too greedy
Cut you off you get no piece
No hand outs you get no treaty
Ask my opps they got no peace
I'm looking at the stars i seen em all shine
Something bout that twinkle just keep calling me
Aries taurus cusp i'm one of a kind
Soon as the sun go down no stalling me
I'm up all night fighting for what's mine
Thse demons come round keep telling me talk is cheap
I'm taking my shot i got one life
Keep fucking with me go rounds
Couldn't hold me down too wetty no drought
I was doing ten toes trying find routes
Stuck in this booth i'm searching my sound
Bitches be hating so sour no crout
Buddy get loud i'm kicking him out
Only smoke loud i'm floating cloud
Working so hard gotta make em so proud
Big chief spinner I ain't part of no crowd
Too much sauce i'm dripping like shiiet
Shorty came close start giving me gleezy
I'm cold this shit too breezy
Sent one pack get two back easy
I'm like bro you getting too greedy
Cut you off you get no piece
No hand outs you get no treaty
Ask my opps they got no peace
Written by: Aiden Bable, Erik McGregor Shane, William Tabor