Classical Lyrics – NFE Gee

Classical Lyrics by NFE Gee

Hello there good sir
Ahhh and hello to you too good sir
Ha Ha Ha
All right!

Lets give this a whirl shall we
And a one, two, three and
n#gg#s want smoke pull up I ain’t no b#tch
Glizzy pre heated get it popping like a zit [Popping like a zit

Mans think his sh#t talk really gon stick
Still giving bad #ss b#tches good dick
I’m like damn
She look like she came goody wrapped from hallmark

Hitting first
Second base
p#ss# out the ball park [p#ss# out the ball park
Driving in a bumblebee I never let the car park

Sam Witwickey still looking for the all spark
One shall stand n#gg# one shall fall [One shall fall
Bullet to the chest falling harder if he tall [Tall
Transform on these b#tches like a boss

Get a cross cause I pray you don’t get stitches from the sauce
I just like the shawtys with a tude and a fatty cake
Clapping like an audience in nude playing patty cake
b#tch gon turn the lights off in the room and do the baddie shake

I just told her shut the f#ck up b#tch and do what daddy say
I’m about to go off b#tch just let me count to three [Count to three
First I start with one then go to two then end with three
b#tch [Uh

n#gg#s wannabes tryna live up to their idols
Living on their knees till they f#cking suicidal [f#cking suicidal
Try to steal my ID b#tch I’ll hit you with a libel
I’m a copyrighted n#gg# my sh#t written in the Bible [Written in the Bible

Live until I’m seventy then I can get a shovel [Shovel
Can’t be too competitive I do the hustle shuffle [Woo
I can’t take a break I never do sabbaticals
I like to keep it classy drop a beat and make it classical [Make it classical

Two carat weight drop a grip and make it double [Double
Shawty so thick #ss can jiggle like a bubble
Duffle bag big gotta hit the Fustal shuffle
Aw damn I need a synonym for duffle [Uh

Big bag sh#t loaded
Didn’t just blow up
Exploded
VVS on my neck like Olaf

I’m frozen
sh#ts noticed [Yup
You step out of line that’s noted [b#tch
Eating pixie sticks won’t help

Don’t coat it [No
You is not brodie
Please do not test me imma war machine n#gg#
All facts I’m Rhodey [I’m Rhodey

Big guns
Only big guns that’s toted
This graphite
Nah its lead it draw quick

All these lyrics I spit
Really have me in my sh#t
I never heard a n#gg# say I ain’t even wrote it
Lil b#tch I used to know had hit me on the gram

Said she missing this dick
How she ain’t even rode it [Huh
n#gg#s think they’ve heard bout all I got
Or my best

Talking bout my best
How I ain’t even showed it [Ha
Now I got the ball
All this sh#t is hit or miss

I already know I’m boutta make it
How I ain’t even float it
That lil b#tch she got demoted [Sorry
Tell them n#gg#s where they throw it

Nukes getting sent like sh#t
I’m Potus
Sitting on some hits while sitting with my b#tch
I’m distracted she here smelling like some rose

f#ck it
Imma put a load in
Samsung deep wash
Throated [Mmm

Tricks on her
Big booty b#tch
#ss bloated
Pass her like test right back to my brodie

I can make a bun then give half to my brodie
I give back to my brodie’s [Here
No I’m not selfish
Show you what I can do you think a n#gg# f#cking helpless [b#tch

Chicken Ramen
Stop beefing n#gg#s you Shell less
Glizzy for speakers speaking that overzealous sh#t
Made the money right and it’s working

So I ain’t selling sh#t [Nope
L you caught a body let’s hide him
Boy I ain’t telling sh#t [So
He was bout to speak so you had to just blow his melon quick

Bro let’s leave the scene fore we caught up all in some felon sh#t [Go
Big shots
We ain’t f#cking scared we take big shots
Zip lock

Tied that loose end
Got his hit box
Big thot
Dancing at the crib

She on Tik Tok
Big Glock
Shot it off too much it’s in gridlock
Ha Ha Ha
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NFE Gee Lyrics – Classical

NFE Gee

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