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Artiste : Fetty Luciano
Titre : Posture
Wah
Wah
(Yoz, what you tellin´ me?)
Wah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I used to pull up on niggas on sight (Sight)
We used to pull up on niggas on bikes (Hey, come here)
Clarkson, 52nd at the light
Spark ´em, Kwendo, tell that boy goodnight (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain´t no problems that we can´t handle
Niggas is mad, I´m hardly polite (Polite)
Put on a mask, then jump in a riot
Push on the gas, then push on the light (Ayy)
Niggas is mad I call niggas pussy (Ayy)
If you feel a way, then niggas is butt (Stupid)
Nigga, I´m probably 95th and Clarkson, if I ain´t over there, I´m on The Rutt (Nigga, that´s no way)

Nigg is mad I pull niggas cards, ´cause niggas ain´t spinnin´
Let´s keep it a buck
All my real niggas from the Floss that´s out here spinnin´, they know what´s up

Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon´ tell ´em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don´t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada´s, ayy (Ayy)

Man, it´s the robbers, and we back on the the yacht

I don´t care what he jack, I don´t care what he front
Man, if they got a problem, then they got no packs
Actin´ like y´all don´t know about gang
Like, real man niggas crash
Talk about hits that we did in the past
I hop out this bitch broad day with no mask
I send a shooter and I´m in, I´m with the killers, get ´em in
Any minute now, waitin´ for a pen, gotta pray to the Lord before I sin
I just came back home, off a temp
Leave that whole block thinkin´ "Where they went?"
Shots goin´ through his window, through his tish
Let ´em know I´m on go if they split

Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon´ tell ´em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don´t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada´s, ayy
Check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon´ tell ´em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the North, we don´t do bot-ups, ayy (We don´t do bot-ups, Fivi´)
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada´s, ayy (Grr, yeah, look)

Had to stop mentionin´ niggas in songs, ´cause I got too rich

(´Cause I got too, ´cause I got too) Fuck it I´m back on my shit (Baow)
22 ain´t been New York in a minute
I look at the swipey nigga as a gimmick
That niggas on Live, lyin´, stop pretendin´
I won´t even shoot you, nigga, we can get it (Pussy)
I won´t even tell ´em what happened
When me and Sosa ran that nigga to CVS
When I left, he was out cold
I don´t know if that nigga start breathin´ yet (Baow)
I´ve seen a friend turn into an opp
I´ve seen an opp talkin´ to the cops
Niggas is scared goin´ to the rock
You nigga keep tweetin´, put him in a box (Grr, baow)
I really went on a drill (Drill)

Ebbets Field, had to steal (Had to steal)
Face hot (Face hot), fifty still (Baow)
Way before I thought I´d get a deal (Baow)
I never ran from a L7
Every time I got locked, I was still reppin´
Boy, I need the respect, the real credit
Nigga, keep it a buck, I´m built different (Baow)

Now check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon´ tell ´em that we nada, ayy
We different breeds, we from the 9, we don´t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada´s, ayy
Check my figgie, ayy, check my posture
Ayy, check my bop, that bitch gon´ tell ´em that we nada, ayy

We different breeds, we from the North, we don´t do bot-ups, ayy
Ayy, check the news, that boy got hit up off his Prada´s, ayy