Joseph McFashion – Rumors Lyrics
Artist: Joseph McFashion
Song: Rumors
Die for my respect, kill me for it
I know some hustlers, and I know some n#gg#s killing for it
I lost some soldiers to this game, but b#tch I still enjoy it
You got it coming if you sweet, just no way to avoid it
Everybody swear they know me
Off a 4 plus more, n#gg# like I’m floating
Off these grams, but I can never post it
Fighting the feds, them crackers
b#tch I’m wwildin like I’m posed to be
You boys can finally sleep
Everytime I speak
If you ain’t got it, ain’t no need to even look at me
It’s the classic, ya’ll couldn’t do this sh#t without the beef
Young kings, we held down magazine
Without a question broke fasho, got a beam
I got some work, you try to chase a dream
I’m clean, but it get dirty if it’s time to squeeze
If you ain’t f#cking, you can’t make no cheese
Believe I got a plan, just give it all to me
p#ss#
All I hear is rumors, they ain’t did sh#t to me
Used to love them boys, now they don’t mean sh#t to me
Why should I be worried? b#tch them n#gg#s
p#ss#
All I hear is rumors, they ain’t did sh#t to me
Used to love them boys, now they don’t mean sh#t to me
Why should I be worried? b#tch them n#gg#s
If it’s worth my cheese
Big suck feel good, just don’t hurt your knees
If I jumped out the game, bet it hurt
My phone switch 14 G’s
n#gg# got some blood on him, got plug on me
The only club goer living like the club owner
I can throw some bugs on you
Boy I drop them on you
Couple bloods on you
Got the blow, and blow through hoes in the city
You give her your
With bands
Putting tips
Get a bag in this b#tch, you know them bands
Strap tucked, never catch me with my pants down
Quit talking, and toss your head down
Had class, same gang, she a rat now
p#ss#
All I hear is rumors, they ain’t did sh#t to me
Used to love them boys, now they don’t mean sh#t to me
Why should I be worried? b#tch them n#gg#s
p#ss#
All I hear is rumors, they ain’t did sh#t to me
Used to love them boys, now they don’t mean sh#t to me
Why should I be worried? b#tch them n#gg#s
Spilling lean on my Space Jams
Lean on my Jesus, it’s cheese on me
A band for this chopper, drop a n#gg#
Get the in this b#tch, need my chicken, I don’t shake hands
Asking about Sada, respect me
Went to, still ain’t let no n#gg# check me
Them b#tches giving neck to me
From the, red lean
Make your head bleed, got an AR on the jetski
Scuba Gretsky, I got ice all in my chestpiece
The lord bless me, with the sauce, I got the
Who gon rescue me? If I get caught with no weapons with me
This n#gg# with these hands, they gotta message
40, ain’t no
You ain’t relevant
You must not know who you with
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Release Year: 2017