Traduction: FED-X. Custom.
(feat. C-Bo) [Fed-X & (C-Bo):] (I can't lie me and Fedy gettin' so much dough) (In the heart, of ya city gettin' so much blow) (Yeh I'ma pump until
streets I hear you want me we got some, beef I hear you want me up in these streets I hear you want me we got some, beef [x2] We got some, beef I heard
I lead it Ya game's been passed down and passed down It sounds thrash now y'all niggas better talk than achieve it [Verse 3: Fed-X] See I'm a hustler
how. I can't take orders. I just know how. To take over blocks with sacks of quarters I guess my connect Is the closest one to the border. [Chorus: Fed X
(feat. The Jacka and Rydah J. Klyde) [Verse 1: Fed-X] Fifty States!, yo Guess who the dude the girls love him Fed-X Fifty States I'm so custom I'm like
(feat. Yukmouth & Dru Down) [HOOK: Fed-X & Dru Down] Ok It's, Murder! Wid three holes in a beenie hat pulled down over my face and I got some guns on
whole family's sick Throwin roaches on the coffin as you sink in the earth [x2] [Verse 2:] She told me that she haven't gave head in years Fed-X Fifty
gunshots The mob is deep, from the streets to Longpark Promise me, that ya phone is not hot Cause I if I get knocked niggas dyin' from dumb shots [HOOK: Fed-X
gotta make room hoppin' out the stunna van Alotta different reasons why I act this way Cause it never cease that I shine they callin' me brightly Icey Fed-X
I'm two seatin' through the city she say the game done changed I got niggas everywhere and gettin' moneys my thang it's uhhh, Fed-X international call
way where ya friends, this shit about to end Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a set of twins what it do [HOOK: Sample looping] [Verse 2: Fed-X] It's the
his lips But I got a plan (I got a plan) To drink for forty days and forty nights A sip for every second-hand tick And every time you fed the line
out a tec I thought you new I'm a vet Let loose through my set A-W-A-X the latex glove on my left hand can only mean death man [Chorus] - 2X [Jay Tee
me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be 3X
tell me that your sorry You You have had your chances But you threw them all away Saying that your sorry Doesnt mean you get your own way Cause I'm fed
the plane today, [x2] A little too much fun on tour. Lord please help me find my keys, or im banging down my own door. All the cheering, all the applause, [x
our ash amongst the dirt to soil the seed that breeds the earth so we can live again. So wait for me to bloom. [x2] Stay. We're a garden fed from the
