And i’m stand up
Run another band up
Band up
They say i’m the best but i could do better
She get em hot but i never sweat her
I keep a glock not a baretta
Whipping the v like i got a vendetta
I only want blue cheese no cheddar
I make a movie go getta
And i’m in too deep can’t let up
She get me big mad now i’m fed up (f#ck x3)
Talking a lot got me thinking she federal
I don’t got room for you on my schedule
Bro got the shrooms and i got the medical
Cookin up tunes and i’m getting busy
I’m on the e-way i’m making em dizzy
Dat b#tch drizzy
Dat b#tch drunk
Heart on ice
Something like a puck
I don’t like 50s
Keepin it a buck
If u keep a pipe
Betta keep it tucked
Only want the night
Ion wanna cuff
I was moving weight
Now i’m getting buff
n#gg# i’m great
Everything is up
Blue bottles here
Pour another cup
I been outside
How they trynna front
You was never there
You was in the cut
Za in the air
And this sh#t punch
Life ain’t fair
Roll another blunt
And i’m really him
I don’t gotta stunt
Waves on swim so she know wassup
And i’m stand up
Run another band up
R.i.p. my mans n#gg# long live panda
And i’m stand up
Run another band up
R.i.p. my mans n#gg#
So i keep a toolio
I’m in the studio
I dead had a session next day
I was spittin heat
I was goin cray
And i spit the truth ain’t no other way
Where the candles at?
Know i’m on the way
Really left the booth just to show face
Said i speak the truth
Ain’t no other way
Imma run it up until my hair grey
Saying i’m the best so what can i say
If he try to test imma get a a
I’m just getting money then i’m out the way
I’m just getting money then i’m out the way
They say i’m the best but i could do better
She get em hot but i never sweat her
I keep a glock not a baretta
Whipping the v like i got a vendetta
I only want blue cheese no cheddar
I make a movie go getta
And i’m in too deep can’t let up
She get me big mad now i’m fed up (f#ck x3)
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NYC DJ Lyrics – Fed Up