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Famlay Lyrics

[FamLay & (Pharrell)]
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me
I been
locked up more times than Sweet Pea
See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if
ya slee-py
Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
Or tryna creep
me, the realist shit I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit
my throat
This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
Leave you spinning like
the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga
Dark secrets, man I wont lie
They
came to the light a man is gon' die
All hope is lost and FamLay's gon'
fry
Cause I did shit the average man just wont try
Like what, war against
an army wit a hand gun
I'm FamLay, and when my fucking chance come
I'm
running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
See some you think you can take
from me, then come and get it
See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done
is real
My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill
And I dare y'all
to try and diss us
See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
Maaan,
we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground
FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no
head'll be found, nigga
Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints
(Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me
boy

(Pharrell)
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia,
them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
Niggas,
bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In
Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang,
bang
Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang