Rema - FYN (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rema - FYN (en) Lyrics
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Straight out of BC
We takin' the sound to
the world you see
They don't really like me talkin'
my shit like the OG's did
They hatin' on me cause I'ma
Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin' in
a beamer (It's Kel P vibes)
Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar
Wake up in the mornin' then
I cook up in the kitchen
Put some water in the
cup, ice freezin'
Seein' clips from last
night intriguin'
I can't remember that
chick I was kissin'
Couldn't even get her number
Hatin' ass niggas dema envy
When I dey with their babe
in the VIP lounge
It's a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero P, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top noche models on my bed side
All white shoes dema Off-white
Chat nonsense to me I'ma go offline
Miami beach, chillin' with
the baddest bitch
Fuck her in the west, then I
fly her to the south side
Ain't nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin' on expensive shit, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Them never see this kind thing
Yes I'ma fresh young nigga
Celebrity crush in my villa
Take off her skirt and
I give it to her
Raw, raw, raw
She want it raw, raw, raw
She said don't stop, stop, stop
She like it when I hit it from the
Bottom to the top
Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride
Cruisin' in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
Niggas wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?
I'm the youngest nigga doin'
this fly shit (Tracey)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout
essentials my nigga (Uh)
I'm talkin' about the penthouse
or the Arabic villa (That one)
Or the fresh Cuban cigars with
the cannabis filler (Woah)
I'm on a different kind
of time (That's right)
I grab the sea bass with the
chopsticks and hit it
with the lime (One time)
Ain't no askin' about my lady, you
can bet that she's fine (Fine)
Body like the fourty-two and she gets
better with time, yeah (Boo-boo)
The Maybach leather came
in elephant's breath
These kinda colours you don't
know unless your earnin's
are blessed (Bling-blow)
Threw some shots of opposition
not for war just a test (Uh)
Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is
burning his chest (Cling, cling)
I got this suit in navy blue, but
chose the burgundy breast
AP fresh, my watch collection
murder the rest (Bling-blow)
You're hearin' lies if you
ain't heard, I'm the best
Me and Rema for the remedy to
purge you the stress, uh
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