Face No Book Remix song by Heembeezy from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is West Coast, Hip-Hop, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Face No Book Remix Meaning
| [[Intro: Heembeezy] Yeah, yeah, yeah All night, bitch, it’s the joint The trophy himself and all that, stop playin’ Hmm, yeah, aight, hmm [Verse 1: Heembeezy] I just pulled up in a-, hmm, wait I just pulled up in a Benz, baby, bring your friends If you ain’t throwin’ neck, baby, you can’t get up in And I ain’t goin’ in if I can’t bring the Glock in I can’t do the nine-to-five, I could never clock in I was never up in school, I was out flockin’ Bitch, I’m Mr. turn nothin’ into somethin’ We don’t do no sucka duckin’ We them niggas that was born to ’cause ruckus Slidin’ on the suckas at three in the morning in a bucket I’ma die behind my Grammys, if he touch it, I’ma up it Four-five if the nigga think he Mr. Incredible Ass so fat, I be mad that it ain’t edible She sucked a nigga so good that shе turned me to a vegеtable Bitch, don’t ask me what I’m doin ‘like it ain’t money on my schedule If you wanna take it there, then we can take it there Best believe that I’ma risk it all if it’s paper there I be at his bitch house all the time, I get faded there (Mm) They don’t want no smoke, I was out on they block Tryna terrorize they whole gang, but nobody out (Hmm) We the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene I’m that young nigga with the chili, so they don’t like me Bitch, I’m toxic, I’ll block you while you typing Why the fuck you call me over and your clothes on? I know she ain’t shit ’cause she don’t never leave her phone on Girl you bad, I’m tryna fuck you with the lights on I’ma lock her in as “Pretty Face” in my iPhone If I show up at three in the morning, you know what I’m on Skinny mini light skin little brace face Beat the yocky up, got the bitch screamin’, “Gang gang” Got her toes curlin’ signs like she gangbang Hold on, damn Hmm, tuh , [Verse 2: Blueface] Yeah, aight Baby, lemme see them wigglies Bitch, I’m Heem in da Benz with Heembeezy Beat the yocky is killing them ’cause she dying to see me Outside on their block, nobody was out We outside every day, you a mouse in the house (Why?) Bitch, you ain’t know .223s go thru houses? Stop duckin’ Niggas claim they got money for dubs on the bucket Bitch, I’m in a Maybach Can your niggas say that? Bitch, that’s mine, ain’t no take back Bitch, I’ma dog, I’ll still hit a J-Cat Crazy work Bitch, you better move don’t get your baby hurt My neck hurt Bitch, you know this money touch my net worth On G-O-D, bitch, I been had money before PPP Aye, I just hit three bitches told them, “E-e-e” (Hold on) Damn, get too close this Benz, it go beep-beep-beep [Verse 3: Heembeezy] Damn Hmm, tuh Bitch, you bad and you know it, fine in the face You got ass, baby, throw it, put it in my face Baby, who you bank with? Wells or the Chase? She see the sauce that I’m drippin’, she like, “Daddy, can I taste?” Girl, I know you know that I’m a joint, but can I get some space? Blunts for the pain, smokin’ good Cook’ I been gassin’ the whole time without a chorus or a hook I was off a couple shrooms when I almost got booked I done ran off on the plug and his shit got took Bad bitch give me face all day, no ‘Book] |
