Top Songs By Fog Steel
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Fog Steel
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Chief Mufasa
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Fog Monte
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Fog Steel
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Chief Mufasa
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Fog Monte
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Lyrics
Roll up shoot out the white van bailout the car swinging pipes with my left and my right hand
Smoke in the air I'm excited, real deal clapper, boy I don't duck shit but indictments
Come to the show in a double r ghost so you know something real heavy coming behind it
JB stand like a riot, F-O-G come right behind with them switches, that's a pirate
Don't play with us lil boy, shit get violent, they hit them lights, we flyin, through lights, we ain't stoppin' at signs
And you know Lil Moe on timing
Walk up, come see if I'm lyin
We see us a face that's him, we get right behind, walk up, we blitz, I knew he was dead when he tripped that glitch took a chunk out his mind
It ain't no safety, I'm shootin' this bitch in a second I see that you reach for my fye
Twin just asked me if I'm ready, I say that I'm ready ask opps if they ready to die
See that he wearin' a crown, but he speakin' on five, so we make ass king of the sky
I was just drunk, we was textin, she thinkin' it's that, nah nah lil bitch, you ain't mines
Dirty lil hoe too dusty, I ain't gon' lie, ass fat, but the bitch too ugly
Thick-ass bitch wanna fuck me, I was finna slide right in, but the bitch too musty
Think she a dog, I'm a husky, took off her pants, smell crab, cause the bitch too crusty
Say that I keep fuckin' up, I done lied eight times, and it's crazy, the bitch still trust me
Baby Five, he went to college and ran up a bag, he done made him a whole lot of money
Got him a gun, now he tryna go slide, if he catch a fat ****, put a hole in his tummy
Bro say I'm tweakin, just cop me some drank, and I roll two woods, and I pop me a gummy
F-A-T, big B-O-Y, what I'm smokin' on in his fat-ass punching
Boxing the V, when I air this bitch out, you would probably think I was smokin' with ghosts
Know about me, I'm a hustler, baby I'm dumpin' the work without makin' a post
Think she ain't got no bodies, cause the bitch look sweet
Them the hoes be goin' the most
How is we opps and your mans just died last year, and you still ain't slide for your bro
I got a bitch from out east, and I ain't talked to her in some months, but I know she a go
Hit from the back, and she callin' me Bron, and it's throwin' me off, cause she know I'm a goat
I ain't write songs for the city girls, but I got me a lil city girl ridin this boat
Droppin' my hoes for a pretty girl, bro, say I'm tweakin, I'm sorry, let's see how it go
Dirty lil' hoe too dusty, I ain't gon' lie, ass fat, but the bitch too ugly
Thick-ass bitch wanna fuck me, I was finna slide right in, but the bitch too musty
Think she a dog, I'm a husky, took off her pants, smelt crab, cause the bitch too crusty
Say that I keep fuckin' up, I done lied eight times and it's crazy, the bitch still trust me
Say that I keep fuckin' up, I done fucked plenty hoes tryna get her away, but she love me
I said I was gon' drop a diss, but **** be bitches we pull up, it's in the discussion
Bullets got your name on it, whenever I catch you, no runnin' I'm causin' some ruckus
Chase **** down, trip his ass on the ground, make him scream no, no, no, like he was Latoya Luckett
I said, titties up off of the Glock slapped the dick on this bitch, it's a transgender
He claim he a shooter but this **** mutual, he didn't pick up, pipe what you sayin, ****
Sundown we sent shots out the van, ****, cookin' opps out with pots and some pans, ****
I slide dolo, no, I don't need a band, homie down bad on this dick, need to throw him a band ****
I'm up and these **** don't like me
In New York like a Knick, talkin' spikes like Spike Lee
Kickstand on my pivot, you want me to write me
Heard it's a new beef, swear the shit so exciting
Step up to the plate and get struck like some lightning
And I beat a bitch up thinkin' she got one up, I'm Iking
We put a box on the back, so it won't be no fight
Thinkin' fast when I can, then pissin' went hiking
Dirty ass hoe too dusty, I ain't gon' lie, ass fat, but the bitch too ugly
Thick ass bitch wanna fuck me, I was finna slide right in, but the bitch too musty
Think she a dog, I'm a husky, took off her pants, real crab cause the bitch too crusty
Say that, I keep fuckin' up I done lied eight times, and it's crazy, the bitch still trust me
Written by: Chief Mufasa, Fog Monte, Fog Steel