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j leaf – fuccboy lyrics

[intro]

i’m just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy
designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin’ rolls royce
man all these b-tches low-key with a fuccboy
we puffin’ that og ’till we f-cked boy!

[hook]

i’m just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy
designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin’ rolls royce
man all these b-tches low-key with a fuccboy
we puffin’ that og ’till we f-cked boy!

[verse]

jiggy young lord as some fs & couple clicks
pity young boy, tryna pullup on my clique
wavy -ss shirt with that palace in encrypt
straight from the bottom, nah that sh-t i can’t invent
but we ain’t got nothing to loose
so f-ck it, you sneeze or you snooze
yea bish so i pack up the booze
and your b-tch just pulled up & not she gon’ start me go loose
i whippin that bad & the boujee (woo!)
sip in the parking lot
with a pack of extra thots
higher than a astronaut
sn-tch your b-tch & take your spot
lookin’ like a fuccin jock
wo! now she hit the spot
gosha on my fuccin socks
gucci right above my c-ck
finger gold with the glock
all my homies selling rocks
foresthood i rep the block
pouring wood & smoked a clop
jiggy, young, sh-t, i hop on & let it go rip
while you p-ss-es watch & eclipse
i’m wick & i’m lit like a b-tch at the club
while she suck on my m-ffucin d-ck

[hook]

i’m just a guy tryna chill, not a fuccboy
designer shirt, ripped jeans, rippin’ rolls royce
man all these b-tches low-key with a fuccboy
we puffin’ that og ’till we f-cked boy!

- j leaf lyrics

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