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fuaygo - call that lyrics

you don’t know about me, but you talk about me, my n+gga we call that a fan
that n+gga that get to the bag any means on his own, ya we call that a man
i copped me a foreign the first time i got me a whip, i ain’t pushin’ no van
i feel like i live on the beach, feel the sun in the mornin’ i’m gettin’ a tan

i copped her a purse (hol’ up)
she put on the birkin, i feel like the man
she turn around (hol’ up)
she shakin’ the floor when she sit on the ground
y+ves on the tag, you know it’s exquisite when n+ggas ain’t sayin it right
i’d tell you i’m rockin’ that yves, but these n+ggas would think i ain’t sayin it right
big dawg got ysl on me
you shop abercrombie and work like a zombie
i step in the kitchen ain’t turn on the fan
big fuaygo you know what i’m sayin’
b+tch i’m hot if you don’t get it baby
i been hot since a jit, since a baby
want a feature but don’t wanna pay me
i don’t even do those baby
i don’t gotta cap
i run on the track with the real, n+ggas know that’s facts
you don’t got no gat
you say you do this and do that, n+ggas know that’s cap
they know how i step, i’m good in the hood, on the road n+ggas know you a rat
wassup in the back, i speak to head of the store, ain’t no customer chat
(heh, heh) we stay on attack
if shorty come round then i’m blowin’ her back
(heh) they say that we glow in a pack
so we ran a show in a pack
my back pack really don’t fit on my back
hang low so i call it my sack
tonight imma get me a pack
same morning i’m gettin’ it back
you don’t know about me, but you talk about me, my n+gga we call that a fan
that n+gga that get to the bag any means on his own, ya we call that a man
i copped me a foreign the first time i got me a whip, i ain’t pushin’ no van
i feel like i live on the beach, feel the sun in the mornin’ i’m gettin’ a tan

hot, b+tch, i need me fan
let it drop, lil b+tch i did it again
dropped the b+tch, i was feelin her friend
let her wash my d+ck, then i’m makin amends (euhh)
she on my d+ck with the crest on her chain, we f+ckin in vain (euhh)
say in jesus’ name
“i pray you forgive me for sinnin’ your name (euhh)
wrist on zaza, when i’m outside know the block on lava (euhh)
wrist so mawga, clip so long, make the boy mick jagger (euhh)
real imposter, i got a feelin a price on my māthā (euhh)
yo soy tu papa
yo bomb el casa
río a costa
(heh, heh)
check out my feets
to step in 11’s means something to me
(heh) nah i ain’t steppin’ in cleats, but i stay in the field like hol’ up, wait
b+tch say i’m nice on these beats (heh)
she like how i walk and i talk on these beats
she think that my work is complete, but b+tch it ain’t over, just wettin’ my feet (heh)
you don’t know about me, but you talk about me, my n+gga we call that a fan
that n+gga that get to the bag any means on his own, ya we call that a man
i copped me a foreign the first time i got me a whip, i ain’t pushin’ no van
i feel like i live on the beach, feel the sun in the mornin’ i’m gettin’ a tan

- fuaygo lyrics

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