Wiz Khalifa - Fr Fr (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Wiz Khalifa - Fr Fr (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
Nigga for real, for real
My niggas is real, for real
I'm in the field for real
I'm 'bout my check for real
I'm 'bout my respect for real
My diamonds are crystal clear
I'm shining from ear to ear
Roll with the paper, see
them lames later
Can't save her, her nigga
stepped out, now she sayin'
what she really think
Rollin' up pounds of dank
Open accounts, no matter where
we at, smoking there and back
Eyes barely open, not never smokin'
Hit her once and she choke
2 K's, that means it's potent
Can't overdose but my strain explosive
Trained to go, my chain, it glow
Everything you see, I paid for
Gang or croak
I'm in the field, for real
I'm 'bout my check, for real
I'm 'bout my respect, for real
My diamonds are crystal
clear (they clear)
I'm shinin' from ear to ear
Stand my ground, I ain't
showin' no fear
I done came up like the
top of the stairs
These niggas hate 'cause they
cannot compare, aw shit
I'm in the crowd with the mosh pit
I hit the stage and they show tits
I'm in the game, I can't forfeit
Honestly, I'ma make more hits
Hop in the coupe and I
swerve in your lady
She gave me top because
I am the greatest
I stayed the same and then
came all the changes
You wanna know what it's
like to be famous
Rollin' up weed in public (public)
Skies be on all of that fuck
shit (that fuck shit)
I'm ballin' bitch, like I got
buckets (got buckets)
And they hate 'cause we stunt
like nothing, biatch!
Nigga for real, for real (for real)
My niggas is real, for real (for real)
I'm in the field for real (for real)
I'm 'bout my check for real (for real)
I'm 'bout my respect
for real (let's go)
My diamonds are crystal clear (uh-huh)
I'm shining from ear
to ear (cash, cash)
I'm 'bout the bag, for real
I'm 'bout that cash, for real
Shawty got ass, for real
If it's no mask, it's for real
I want that gas, for real
My niggas trap for real
Run in the game
You speak on me, put "Big Homie"
in front of my name
For every one of you lames
Y'all unoriginal niggas,
they all sound the same
I stay ballin', money like a faucet
It stay runnin', runnin', runnin'
I can't call it, got the bug
I think they caught it
I'm with bosses
I'm the field for real
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