"Forever Fif/Top Shotta"
— لخوا سندرې ویل شوي Preme
"Forever Fif/Top Shotta" یوه سندره ده چې په امریکایی کې ترسره شوې په 08 جنوري 2024 کې د ریکارډ لیبل په رسمي چینل کې خپره شوې - "Preme". د "Forever Fif/Top Shotta" په اړه ځانګړي معلومات ومومئ. د سندرې سندرې Forever Fif/Top Shotta، ژباړې او د سندرې حقایق ومومئ. عایدات او خالص ارزښت د سپانسرشپونو او نورو سرچینو لخوا په انټرنیټ کې د موندل شوي معلوماتو یوې برخې سره سم راټول شوي. څو ځله د "Forever Fif/Top Shotta" سندره په تالیف شوي موسیقۍ کې راښکاره شوه؟ "Forever Fif/Top Shotta" یوه مشهوره میوزیک ویډیو ده چې په مشهور غوره چارټونو کې ځای په ځای شوي، لکه غوره 100 امریکا سندرې، غوره 40 امریکایی سندرې، او نور.
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"Forever Fif/Top Shotta" په یوټیوب کې 3K ټولو لیدنو او 100 لایکونو ته رسیدلی دی.
سندره په 08/01/2024 کې سپارل شوې او په چارټونو کې 0 اونۍ تیرې شوې.
د میوزیک ویډیو اصلي نوم "PREME - FOREVER FIF/TOP SHOTTA (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO)" دی.
"Forever Fif/Top Shotta" په یوټیوب کې په 08/01/2024 07:00:05 کې خپور شوی.
"Forever Fif/Top Shotta" سندره، کمپوزر، د ریکارډ لیبل
Penthouse really is a nickname given to me by my peers Penthouse P, it comes with a lot of other nicknames such and Playboy P , VIP etc I just feel like I’m in my Penthouse phase financially and mentally, I make it a point to be fly every single day and just purchase the things I’ve always dreamed of so if I could think of a logo that would represent me right now it would be a fly penthouse just like the one on the cover of my upcoming project.
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LYRICS
or my nigga fif
Chorus
Remember sleeping on my homie couch evicted out my house
Member police lock me up my mama had to bail me out
Member bitches tryna style me up now they dont turn me down
Member used to trying to fit in now a Nigga standing out
I remember I remember the hoes that used to diss all want to hit but I won’t let em cuz i don’t sweat em
I remember I remember them niggaz tried to pull me down but I ain’t let ‘em cuz I remember
Verse 1
What I️ gotta lose i done put some miles on these jimmy choos I️ done paid my dues
My connect just sent a offer thruuu that I️ can’t refuse, hallelujah, we don’t want the penthouse if there’s not a view - aint that the truth, 4.
I been sleeping on this air mattress in the guest house
More than a year no rest now
If struggle brings the best out then I should be the best out
I'm the nigga that was left out still 10 chains with my chest out
head high, err tucked bring the vests out, imma drop Preme and have these rappers stressed out, we the best out if u ain’t moving right u gettin left out we aint getting checked but cut the checks now, R chains Reps now
and losing fit was never part of the plan half these niggaz barely friends why they calling me fam
the streets had me in a trance pistol in my pants only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way, did my own thing, its always been that way nigga i been on my own shit
young and mobbing on my grown shit, on some jim jones shit, rock star nigga aww
skull and bone shit, put something in yo skull for the niggaz that i roll with,
and if they try to hit us we gone hit the hardest cuz where I’m from niggaz they be moving hearless
chorus
right hand on the bible left hand load the clip ya ya imma do it like I’m fif
imma take a brick and i aint paying shit ya ya imma do it like I’m fif
sweating by the stove hit it with the wrist, eh eh imma do it like I’m fif
rather die a man then live like a bitch, imma do it like I’m fif
forever fit reps up worldwide gang shit you know we mobbing for life and death feel me? i know you up there still looking down on ya big homie, i got you, forever my nigga, word
Top Shotta
Imma don dadda, imma top shotta, imma globe trotter, imma drip Prada,
On my mama mr finish what u niggaz started, uh, whole lotta comma after comma after comma,
My outfit off a cover uh looking like a hundred uh talk it don’t stutter uh pop him like a rubber uh
02 weezy and Stunna in stretch hummers uh Rich bitch so much bread might put in a bun in her
Live from the gutter if they diss us they gone suffer kiss my kid before I kill ya I’m a cold hearted lover I’m a bad mother fucker from the land of the hustlers
ain’t the mannn without no muscle we just fuckk we ain’t no couple
Mean I mean well she can’t bail cuz deep down she know
That if that bitch badd I zig zagg i spree well in that ho
I tell her like it is I ain’t gotta lock her, I got da magic stick hit her with dat harry potta
I put Money on to tummy, I put bread on yo head, I put green on yo spleen, sweet dreams make yo bed
I been gone off the meds I got fire full of lead Just to fire at them niggas wearing wires for the feds