FIVIO FOREIGN - HUNGRY FOR IT (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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FIVIO FOREIGN - HUNGRY FOR IT (en) Lyrics
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Huh, New York City, we back
outside, Fivio Foreign, stop
playin' with me, nigga
Bitch-ass nigga
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Look, huh (Reuel, stop playin'
with these niggas)
I want it and I'm hungry for it (I am)
Uh, I'm home and I'm coming
for it (I am)
Life test me (Uh), but I
studied for it (Right)
I'm really rich, I ain't goin' online
doin' no money wars (Nah)
Fuck is wrong with some of y'all? (Uh),
I come from the underdogs (I do)
And I'ma keep on talkin' to
the trenches 'cause I'm in
love with y'all (I am)
How I got a gun charge and it
wasn't no gun involved? (Uh)
All I see is posts about Fivi', I
don't know none of y'all (Huh)
But I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin'),
I'll see you soon (Yeah)
Smacked out my mind, but I'm
readin' the room (Yeah)
I ain't watchin' what they say,
but I'm still seein' the news
(I'm still seein' the news)
Huh, and I'm still keepin' it (Uh)
Yeah, practicе make you excellеnt
(Huh), talent make
you separate (It do)
Don't ask me what my weapon is if
you don't got no evidence (Baow)
They bullyin' your homies in your
face and you just lettin' 'em
Get you stabbed in your sleep, now stop
playin' with my Mexicans (Huh)
Took them cuffs off my wrist
and I went skeleton (I did)
Prayin' for a answer, now I'm livin'
in my testament (I am)
He's one of God's favorites,
so don't mess with him (And
boy, don't mess with him)
Uh, stop 'fore you get stabbed
or you get shot, ain't
no wrestlin' (Baow)
Huh, I was doin' what
I had to do (Right)
I answer when I want, I don't give a
fuck about your attitude (Bitch)
And if you ever helped me when I need
it, I show gratitude (Bitch)
So if you wasn't helpin' me, don't
ever think I'm mad at you (Bitch)
Nigga, ain't no jumpin' in this game
without no parachute (Nah)
TDott, boy, I keep you in my heart,
boy, that's why I tatted you (Uh)
When I'm out in Cali, just relaxin',
I do Malibu (Uh)
If I think you fuckin' up my look,
then I stop taggin' you (Reuel,
stop playin' with these niggas)
I did one Vlad interview, he tried
to do me bad, so I ain't never do
his interview again (Uh, uh)
If you pull up in that car that
you be postin' on the 'Gram
And I see it, I'ma send it through
the tints (Skrrt, skrrt,
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma get at you again, huh (God)
And then I sit in the event, huh (Go)
You don't come outside, you be livin'
through the lens, uh (Go)
If I gotta kill you, I'm comittin'
me a sin (Baow)
But if I pray to God, I'll go spray
at you again, goddamn (Baow)
I do not wanna chill (Nah)
I be provin' niggas wrong and they
be lyin' on me still (Uh)
Everybody not gon' like it, I still
gotta keep it real (Uh)
I was playin' Chief Keef 'cause he
got me through them drills (Baow)
If I tell you 'bout the field, it'd
probably give you chills (Huh)
But I'm numb to the murders 'cause
my body full of pills (Uh)
I got killers down the way and
I got killers up the hill
This that independent Fivi', I ain't
trippin' off no deal (Baow)
I'm just rippin' off that
seal (Rip that seal)
To that plaque pack (To
that plaque pack)
You ain't a plaque boy, where
your plaques at? (Uh)
I'm the real PlaqueBoyMax
No plaques? (Uh) You can't enter
the plaque boy chat, let's go
I did one Vlad interview, he tried to do me bad,
so I ain't never do his interview again
(Huh, enter the plaque boy chat, let's go)
If you pull up in that car that you
be postin' on the 'Gram (Yeah)
And I see it, I'ma send it through the
tints (Enter the plaque boy chat)
I'ma get at you again, huh
And then I sit in the event, huh
You don't come outside, you be
livin' through the lens, uh
If I gotta kill you, I'm
comittin' me a sin
But if I pray to God, I'll go
spray at you again, goddamn
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