LYRICS.AZ APPLICATION

Download from Apple Store
Download from Google Play

Tommy G - Fo Sho lyrics

Fo sho, smoking choppers and helicopters
Zippers and kicking trippers, fo sho

Fo sho, better have the bread
Fo sho, n***a gon end up dead
Fo sho, riding on them chromed out twins
Fo sho, young n***a you best stack your ends
Fo sho, n***a better do your thang
Fo sho, face down in this game
Fo sho, fo sho

[L.T.]
Now let me introduce myself, its Mr. PMG
n***a your boy L.T., that represent B-O-D
I stay on track and stay on grind, toss it up and shut it down
Represent for H-Town, pop my trunk and show some ride
And if they coming with some plex, we breaking backs and snapping necks
Putting b**h n***as in check, hit your block and straight wreck
Naw I mean n***a we coming, you and your boys start to running
Fore' my K start to drumming, have your whole hood humming
Tear it up don't give a f**, we keeping lean up in our cup
Its Southeast n***a what, we got them Caddies on the bump
With wood grain, swang and bang, make it hot like a flame
Its four hundred for them thangs, you keep it cool it might change
And that's for real n***a chill, me and my boys staying trill
Down in H-Town with them grills, slabbed out and popping pills

[Mun-E]
Got the game and perfected, I found the shop and then wreck it
Competition gets corrected, by this lyrical lethal weapon
Steadily chilling my checking, so bustas keep on stepping
I'm Phat Money connected, your rank you better protect it
Expect the unexpected, what you can't see or feel
Or you gone, respect this is kinda like popping a pill
When the pain gets hectic, for when the rain gets reckless
Its a damn shame they sweat this, my diamond rings and necklace
Throwed in the game from Texas, and still breaking em off
And get tossed when I floss, cause I'm representing the South

[Hook - 2x]
Cause I'm all about my paper, everyday a
Straight heart breaker, guaranteed to spray ya
We are, making a move to make em bounce
Dropping lyrics in these rhymes, popping game from the South

[SPM]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/tommy-g/-/fo-sho.html]
Its all gravy its all groovy, I smoke em like a doobie
Feed him lead for what he said, put him to bed like Sleeping Beauty
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
Someone asked me what my race was, I told em it was player
Very rare, my breed is almost extinct, the way I walk
The way I think, the sh** I wear, the sh** I drink
The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydro ponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
Mama mia, Versacci clothes from the galleria
I f** a country singer, and a Houston ballerina
Chef Coy, cooking ice cream on my stove top
As your b**h, lick my dick like a blow pop
From the old spot, when I dance I do the robot
Got hoes across Texas, from Dallas to Beaumont
Still I'm loco, f** any player hating hotho
You ain't got no love for me, then I ain't got no love down poco

[Hook]

[Baby Beesh]
Its the return of the grain gripper, main n***a, c**aine flipper
Drain dripper, its Baby Basherini man a brain ripper
Strange liquor, in the mix like margarita
Keep a heater millimeter, in my vita plus a two liter
Salty latino, throwing bombs like Dan Marino
Pacino, I'm down and dirty when it come to my c-notes
I'm off the chizzle when I sizzle, doing my thug thizzle
On the rizzle, these playas gon blow my duz fizzle
What's really, bullets floating like a yacht
17 motherf**ers dead let em rot, gotta get my scratch right
So n***a act right, don't make me buck em
And if these fools make a move, well then my...motherf** em

[Hook]

[Tommy G]
Well I'm in to potent paper, major dived-ends
Snatching breaking lyrics, f**ing b**hes best friends
Can painted legendary streets, or wrapping bricks cooking cheese
Living major bout my paper, keeping hoes bending knees
Drop it like to ease my stress, puffing on hydro leaves
Rolling only with my team, breaking bread forfilling needs
Its a way of life, that was destined in my plan
Prices steep when I creep, shipping unloaded from bands

[Hook - 2x]

Correct these Lyrics