Earl Hondo - Fye
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{Verse 1: Earl Hondo}
I do shit that you ain't even thought of
Had to raise up my price on my product
Runnin shit, your bitch ass ain't even caught up
Bitchin' out ain't the way I was brought up
N***a turned to a man out in DB
Took a loss ain't gon cry bout no GG
Went to BK, got cold like a degree
Flew to LA and made it look easy
E on initials, I need me a pistol
N***as talkin' like I ain't official
You official like blowin' a whistle
I'm official like eatin' the gristle
I'ma bone till that lip get a whistle
Need a broad that gon' suck like a Bissle
Need a broad that can blow like a missile
Put my hand on her head and it sizzle
That shit fye
I got a hoof on my foot
But I ain't no sheep to be Frank
Sheeran, I'll kill me a Joe off the flow
This shit on a need to know
I be on G and O
Aye T, it's my season
Hold up
Your coochie can't breathе in those
And neither can you in that corsеt
Speakin' the truth got him upset
They tellin' me that I'm up next
They say they fly for the PR
I say we fly because we are
She in the sky like everyday
Just took a plane to the DR
That shit fye, pardon my grammar
I'm South of Atlanta
I drive with no manners down 285
You tried a n***a that don't even try to be him
And I'm him like amazing grace
I want the greats to have me on they mind
I want the state to have me on they...
{Verse 2: Chris Patrick}
I want the whole world
I need a shorty with pussy so good
That it fuck 'round and make all my toes curl
Rose Quart on a nightstand
She a earthy bitch that I might cram
Make about 30 hits in bout a night span
Like a dirty dish in the kitchen sink
You n***as washed, my addiction to win
Isn't rinsin' off, I intend to ball like Lavar kids
From the trenches where parents done lost kids
Apparent but fuck them comparisons
I'm finna show you what being a dog is
K-9 with narcotics around
Bent as a bitch when I'm partying now
Celebratory about everything
Cause tomorrow ain't promised to all of us now
My frequency switchin' from AM to PM
Peep me go up, they wan' play on my DM's
Lil' bitch want the nut just to stay as my BM
Wan't link with my P like the new Lakers GM
The label just told me that they in agreeance
My table is full, ain't no change in allegiance
I'm up now forever, fuck who don't believe it
I fuck around and get a few plaques 'fore I leave dis
{Outro: Earl Hondo & Chris Patrick}
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
{Verse 1: Earl Hondo}
I do shit that you ain't even thought of
Had to raise up my price on my product
Runnin shit, your bitch ass ain't even caught up
Bitchin' out ain't the way I was brought up
N***a turned to a man out in DB
Took a loss ain't gon cry bout no GG
Went to BK, got cold like a degree
Flew to LA and made it look easy
E on initials, I need me a pistol
N***as talkin' like I ain't official
You official like blowin' a whistle
I'm official like eatin' the gristle
I'ma bone till that lip get a whistle
Need a broad that gon' suck like a Bissle
Need a broad that can blow like a missile
Put my hand on her head and it sizzle
That shit fye
I got a hoof on my foot
But I ain't no sheep to be Frank
Sheeran, I'll kill me a Joe off the flow
This shit on a need to know
I be on G and O
Aye T, it's my season
Hold up
Your coochie can't breathе in those
And neither can you in that corsеt
Speakin' the truth got him upset
They tellin' me that I'm up next
They say they fly for the PR
I say we fly because we are
She in the sky like everyday
Just took a plane to the DR
That shit fye, pardon my grammar
I'm South of Atlanta
I drive with no manners down 285
You tried a n***a that don't even try to be him
And I'm him like amazing grace
I want the greats to have me on they mind
I want the state to have me on they...
{Verse 2: Chris Patrick}
I want the whole world
I need a shorty with pussy so good
That it fuck 'round and make all my toes curl
Rose Quart on a nightstand
She a earthy bitch that I might cram
Make about 30 hits in bout a night span
Like a dirty dish in the kitchen sink
You n***as washed, my addiction to win
Isn't rinsin' off, I intend to ball like Lavar kids
From the trenches where parents done lost kids
Apparent but fuck them comparisons
I'm finna show you what being a dog is
K-9 with narcotics around
Bent as a bitch when I'm partying now
Celebratory about everything
Cause tomorrow ain't promised to all of us now
My frequency switchin' from AM to PM
Peep me go up, they wan' play on my DM's
Lil' bitch want the nut just to stay as my BM
Wan't link with my P like the new Lakers GM
The label just told me that they in agreeance
My table is full, ain't no change in allegiance
I'm up now forever, fuck who don't believe it
I fuck around and get a few plaques 'fore I leave dis
{Outro: Earl Hondo & Chris Patrick}
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye, that shit fye
That shit fye
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
