Veeze - F.A.F (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Veeze - F.A.F (en) Lyrics
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I'm the reason niggas even wanna
boss up (Yeah, I'm the one)
Get a nigga whacked, I ain't
gotta play tough (What?)
Used to be rich, but you
fucked it all up (How?)
M this year, ain't been
a whole month (No cap)
Can't be mad, you just gotta
catch up (Catch up)
Your ho probably fucked every nigga
with some money (She a trick)
I'm still in the hood posted
up with the junkies (Nigga)
You never goin' back to
the hood, stop runnin'
I told her, "I know," when
she text me she love me
Nigga touch me, on the spot,
I'ma bust him (Bah, bah)
Too much lean in my pop,
I need crutches (Ugh)
Payin' that bitch for the twat, you
a customer (What the fuck?)
How you got smoke with your
opps and your brother?
I'm part of the mob, can't be
goofy for nothin' (Huh?)
I woke up this morning, Rick
Owens for breakfast
Then Gucci for lunch and then Louis
for dinner (Louis for dinner)
Dive in that pussy, I'm scubain'
in it (Scubain' in it)
Chrome Heart my glasses like
substitute teacher
Joe Biden need to make hatin'
illegal (What?)
Rockin' a mask, gotta
pay just to see me
I'm classy, I'm sippin'
and raising my pinky
My bitch super bad, her feet even
pretty (Her feet even pretty)
The real niggas dyin', they
tryna extinct 'em (What?)
If I had an opp, they'd be
findin' him stinkin'
If I had a dollar for every faithful
bitch in the world, my account would
be empty (Account would be empty)
She gave me head, my wrist
on presidential, it's giving
me Monica Lewinsky
Too many fish in the sea, if
she want Shark Lock boots, I'll
buy her Givenchy (Yeah)
Rap shit, I had to make it, my
hype man a felon, he couldn't
even fly to the venue (Yeah)
Bitch don't like porcelain, I get
her dental implants, she ain't
never coppin' no bridge (Yeah)
I left some shakes on the hardwood
floor at the studio, but I
ain't never droppin' no mid
Like it got eczema, I scratch
off so many government
names off pints of red
He postin' drank but ain't got none,
I'm callin' his bluff right
now, shit give me a cringe
I fucked a fan inside of a
five-star hotel, she the only
one who came (Came)
She want me to take the Trojan
off and sign it, but I'm
not Bronny James (James)
It been a minute since I seen the main
cabin, but half my watches plain
Balenciaga, I'm rich, but
I'm dressin' homeless, too
many rips in my jeans
I'm fuckin' a YouTube ho, I'm
creatin' content for all
my bros in the chains
I'm Alvin Kamara lit, I done
dragged her quick, you textin'
that ho like a saint
I got this bitch in the cut and
I'm gettin' it jumpin', me
and bro toastin' a pint
Ain't even trickin', but here a few dates
and I walk in Bottega, she get
what she like (Get what she like)
Walk in Balenci', get what she
like (Get what she like)
Walk in Givenchy, get what she
like (Get what she like)
As long as it's fancy, make
me my life (Nigga)
That shit used to be 'bout
fast as you buy it
She blew me a kiss, you can call
it a night (What? What?)
My jacket, my pants, it cost me a dime
I need to go get an endorsement
with Sprite
Can't tell on no nigga, might
cost me my life (My life)
Tell all them niggas to
count up my stripes
Feel like you 12, you spin with device
Bought her a butt, she
ain't even my type
I touched it up just to
see what the hype
Eighty-five hundred on a Chanel
hoodie and still wouldn't
give her a choice
I'm in your city, ain't tryna play
no games, only I came for a night
Starvin' herself, she a faithful
model, I wanted to tell
her, "Go get you a meal"
I told lil' bro grab a baby bottle, I
never tell him, "Go get me a bib"
I cracked the seal on an Akorn
bottle, ain't never seen
no squirrel get near us
She went and bleached her asshole,
I poke with the thumb
and I hit from the rear
She want me to take the Trojan off and
sign it, but I'm not Bronny James
I got this bitch in the cut and
I'm gettin' it jumpin', me
and bro toastin' the pint
Ain't even trickin', but here a few
dates and I go in Bottega, say, "Get
what you like" (Yeah, yeah)
Walk in Balenci', get what you like
Walk into Louis, get what you like
Make it expensive, make me my life
Can't be fucked with, nigga, you
know what the fuck goin' on
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