Gotta get in the Zone man (Zone out)
Stop frontin' on me
Linkz Boogie, Charlie White
Get right with the get right (Lilz wuttup man)
This that type of music you put your windows down, and ride in the wind (Feel me?)
Shouts to all my thorough bred's who keep it 100
We ain't paying no mind to you funny cats man, we getting that bag, La funda
Yo, I stuff some wedding cake inside a Raw for breakfast
Then i handle my business and mark it off the checklist
We too thorough fam, you don't got the heart to test us
Im too Hip-Hop for these bougie art collectors
You ain't right for the job thats why i'm firing you
You can't teach greatness, gotta be the fire in you
Thats why i constantly spit flows inspiring you
You ain't really happy for me, thats the liar in you
I collect and count it up, thats my energy
R.I.P. My grandfathers left a legacy
Thats why i leave you with this for longevity
I pray and look at the sky before that shot of Hennessy
Then pour some out for my enemies
Some embrace with me love and some envy me
But they know not what they do, I flow heavenly
Old soul, should've been born in the 70's
But late 88, thats my fate
Smack the shit out of haters like i rock a leather black Crazy 8
These wack cats held the line and it made me late
So now i take my sweet time since they made me we wait
I got a date with destiny, the Lords blessing me
I came fresh so she don't think less of me
Go against the family? thats treachery
Mikey's coming with the heat?! Definitely
This that shit you put your windows down and play it louder
When the summer's round the corner and its getting hotter
Stuff a Raw, compact it, then we burn the Dour
Blazing to the face takes me about an hour
I feel like "Pimp Daddy Silk Draws, Linkz-Tape"
On payday, eat like Fred Flinstone, Big steaks
Pass on this opportunity's a mistake
All cause you was in your feelings... D*** Face
Handle priorities, you gotta get your s*** straight
I need a big piece of the pie... I got a big plate
(I gotta eat man... We all gotta eat
Castro wuttup my dude?)
Linkz Boogz - La Funda Lyrics
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Gotta get in the Zone man (Zone out)
Stop frontin' on me
Linkz Boogie, Charlie White
Get right with the get right (Lilz wuttup man)
This that type of music you put your windows down, and ride in the wind (Feel me?)
Shouts to all my thorough bred's who keep it 100
We ain't paying no mind to you funny cats man, we getting that bag, La funda
Yo, I stuff some wedding cake inside a Raw for breakfast
Then i handle my business and mark it off the checklist
We too thorough fam, you don't got the heart to test us
Im too Hip-Hop for these bougie art collectors
You ain't right for the job thats why i'm firing you
You can't teach greatness, gotta be the fire in you
Thats why i constantly spit flows inspiring you
You ain't really happy for me, thats the liar in you
I collect and count it up, thats my energy
R.I.P. My grandfathers left a legacy
Thats why i leave you with this for longevity
I pray and look at the sky before that shot of Hennessy
Then pour some out for my enemies
Some embrace with me love and some envy me
But they know not what they do, I flow heavenly
Old soul, should've been born in the 70's
But late 88, thats my fate
Smack the shit out of haters like i rock a leather black Crazy 8
These wack cats held the line and it made me late
So now i take my sweet time since they made me we wait
I got a date with destiny, the Lords blessing me
I came fresh so she don't think less of me
Go against the family? thats treachery
Mikey's coming with the heat?! Definitely
This that shit you put your windows down and play it louder
When the summer's round the corner and its getting hotter
Stuff a Raw, compact it, then we burn the Dour
Blazing to the face takes me about an hour
I feel like "Pimp Daddy Silk Draws, Linkz-Tape"
On payday, eat like Fred Flinstone, Big steaks
Pass on this opportunity's a mistake
All cause you was in your feelings... D*** Face
Handle priorities, you gotta get your s*** straight
I need a big piece of the pie... I got a big plate
(I gotta eat man... We all gotta eat
Castro wuttup my dude?)
Stop frontin' on me
Linkz Boogie, Charlie White
Get right with the get right (Lilz wuttup man)
This that type of music you put your windows down, and ride in the wind (Feel me?)
Shouts to all my thorough bred's who keep it 100
We ain't paying no mind to you funny cats man, we getting that bag, La funda
Yo, I stuff some wedding cake inside a Raw for breakfast
Then i handle my business and mark it off the checklist
We too thorough fam, you don't got the heart to test us
Im too Hip-Hop for these bougie art collectors
You ain't right for the job thats why i'm firing you
You can't teach greatness, gotta be the fire in you
Thats why i constantly spit flows inspiring you
You ain't really happy for me, thats the liar in you
I collect and count it up, thats my energy
R.I.P. My grandfathers left a legacy
Thats why i leave you with this for longevity
I pray and look at the sky before that shot of Hennessy
Then pour some out for my enemies
Some embrace with me love and some envy me
But they know not what they do, I flow heavenly
Old soul, should've been born in the 70's
But late 88, thats my fate
Smack the shit out of haters like i rock a leather black Crazy 8
These wack cats held the line and it made me late
So now i take my sweet time since they made me we wait
I got a date with destiny, the Lords blessing me
I came fresh so she don't think less of me
Go against the family? thats treachery
Mikey's coming with the heat?! Definitely
This that shit you put your windows down and play it louder
When the summer's round the corner and its getting hotter
Stuff a Raw, compact it, then we burn the Dour
Blazing to the face takes me about an hour
I feel like "Pimp Daddy Silk Draws, Linkz-Tape"
On payday, eat like Fred Flinstone, Big steaks
Pass on this opportunity's a mistake
All cause you was in your feelings... D*** Face
Handle priorities, you gotta get your s*** straight
I need a big piece of the pie... I got a big plate
(I gotta eat man... We all gotta eat
Castro wuttup my dude?)
Writer: Michael Taveras
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid