Fiend - Perm n Uzi lyrics
rate meIt’s a hit when nose bleed on the track
Free, so free, so free
Just woke up, I gotta thank god
My bitch so hard that she wanna bang cock
It’s just another day in the neighborhood
I’m lacing my keys like mister roger would
Bout to ride through the city, I’m feeling good
In the cadillac, nigga grippin wood
The homies ready, we bout to eat good
Yeah the homies ready, we bout to eat good
It’s a picnic, better grab your baskets
Never scared, the left overs thinking we past it
It’s a celebration, hallelujah
Serve on deck, my niggas we all screwed up
Pour us some liquor for the homies gone
And give a bitch a banana, tell her to king kong
Bay base kids having forn in the foreign
Waiting on the bbque to whiten up the door
I got old school chevis up and down in parkin lot
Og’s turning, make the youngins take the crown
Hookers prolly round, yeah they tryina get a stare at me
High heels, tight dress, dancing with no panties
Gold diggin niggas cause they sweatin out they herb weed
Hanging round them dope boys, cause they know they purse free
Do I need to mentions us the zo key
[Hook]
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
James connor gave me a wake over my chest
On this triple bean, don’t leave the stains, see no arrest
None the less, I suggest, you invest in the best
When you rubbin them stripper thighs
Moving them chicke breasts
Contrary to your belief, minus the gold teeth
Her new man is on the street
So I had to go and see,
From the sack they know it’s me
So I’m strapped 7 a week, hell up in these alleys
Headed from every g
Black on black uzi mama praying she don’t loose it
And it’s black on black lac is yours truly
Fumes alone will give you strap through
4 finger rings, levi’s and tec smoke
Coke from H town, felp from ny
The deal gone sour, just know the hem try
Hip hop, me and d, heard he got them bands
36 ounces, a thousand of grams
[Hook]
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Uh, mhm, 365 I’m always bout my paper
For everyday I’m alive, I’m going in
I don’t know when I’ma die, so why wait on later
Tomorrow ain’t on my mind, I’m getting it
Hey, and them girls they love it, I always keep a few
Since my times get ugly, they do like they supposed to do
[Hook]
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi
Real dope boys have a per n a uzi.
