FIGHT by Tom The Mail Man Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy (What you talmbout?)
Okay (Ayy, what you want?)
Fuck, yuh (What you talmbout?)
(Nigga, what you want?) Okay (Ayy, hm)
(What you talmbout?) Fight
(Nigga what you want?)
Fight (Eskry, turn that shit up)
Fight
What? (Hrrah)
[Verse]
Fights in the back of the party, keep a strap, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Just took pulled my safety, tell that DJ run it back, ayy (Ayy, run it back)
Fuck wit' a nigga, ain't no bitches on my team (Team, team)
I just fucked this pussy, ate my dick like she a fiend (She a fiend)
Break your shorty, it's a fact
Dick like Broly you are Cell
Nigga hold me, carry that ass for my shorty (My shorty, shorty)
I don't fuck wit' these niggas, I eat my enemies
Fuck on your shorty, nigga, bitches to me
[Chorus]
I just took my shirt off, bitch, I think it's going down (Down)
Lights and cameras flashing, bitch, we cannot fuck around (Round)
I can't fuck you shorty, bitch, I'm worth too many bands (Bands)
If you talkin' shit then, nigga, come and get the hands (Ha)
I just took my shirt off, bitch, I think it's going down (Down)
Lights and cameras flashing, bitch, we cannot fuck around, ayy
Can't fuck you shorty, bitch, I'm worth too many bands (Bands)
If you talkin' shit then, nigga, come and get the hands
[Outro]
You
Ayy, I got celebrity dick now
Tell that bitch she can't fuck on me
You don't fuck on me, haha
Ayy, yuh, okay
Ayy (What you talmbout?)
Okay (Ayy, what you want?)
Fuck, yuh (What you talmbout?)
(Nigga, what you want?) Okay (Ayy, hm)
(What you talmbout?) Fight
(Nigga what you want?)
Fight (Eskry, turn that shit up)
Fight
What? (Hrrah)
[Verse]
Fights in the back of the party, keep a strap, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Just took pulled my safety, tell that DJ run it back, ayy (Ayy, run it back)
Fuck wit' a nigga, ain't no bitches on my team (Team, team)
I just fucked this pussy, ate my dick like she a fiend (She a fiend)
Break your shorty, it's a fact
Dick like Broly you are Cell
Nigga hold me, carry that ass for my shorty (My shorty, shorty)
I don't fuck wit' these niggas, I eat my enemies
Fuck on your shorty, nigga, bitches to me
[Chorus]
I just took my shirt off, bitch, I think it's going down (Down)
Lights and cameras flashing, bitch, we cannot fuck around (Round)
I can't fuck you shorty, bitch, I'm worth too many bands (Bands)
If you talkin' shit then, nigga, come and get the hands (Ha)
I just took my shirt off, bitch, I think it's going down (Down)
Lights and cameras flashing, bitch, we cannot fuck around, ayy
Can't fuck you shorty, bitch, I'm worth too many bands (Bands)
If you talkin' shit then, nigga, come and get the hands
[Outro]
You
Ayy, I got celebrity dick now
Tell that bitch she can't fuck on me
You don't fuck on me, haha
Ayy, yuh, okay