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len farii - so fed lyrics

[intro: len farii & yrn finesse]
say some’ for the song
say some’ for the song
i’m done with this generation
what you said? (farii)
i said “i’m so fed up, i’m so done with this generation”
i’m so fed up with this generation

[hook]
i’m so fed up (i’m so fed)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (i’m so fed)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (i’m so fed, ha)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (i’m so fed)
i’m so fed up with you, woah (i’m so fed)
i’m so fed up
told my n+ggas keep they head up (keep yo’ head up)
you broke my heart
i pour my feelings in this red cup (in this red cup)
no, i don’t like condiments
told ‘ekorb’ n+ggas catch up (told ’em catch up)
and i got god up on my sidе
so boy i’m blessed up, yeah (i’m so blеssed)
[verse: len farii]
these f+ck n+ggas some ‘ekorbs’ (n+ggas be broke)
n+ggas be lame, i start talkin’ less
just so i can see more (n+ggas some jokes)
i get in my feelings, i get in my zone
in the booth, press record (uh+huh)
to tell you the truth, i think that you lying
everytime you tell me you love me
lil’ baby, i know it don’t mean more
to you like it do to me, baby
what did you do to me?
i get so caught up in jealousy (okay)
i know that you put a spell on me
b+tch we got sticks like top golf
i’m on yo’ block n+gga, get you knocked off
stop blowin’ my phone, ho you in the call logs
pull up with sticks n+gga, then we pop off

[hook]
i’m so fed up (i’m so federal)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (girl i’m done with you)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (this the perfect move)
i’m so fed up with you
yeah girl i’m fed up (girl i’m done with you)
i’m so fed up with you, woah (girl i’m done with you)
i’m so fed up
told my n+ggas keep they head up (keep yo’ head up)
you broke my heart
i pour my feelings in this red cup (in this red cup)
no, i don’t like condiments
told ‘ekorb’ n+ggas catch up (told ’em catch up)
and i got god up on my side
so boy i’m blessed up, yeah (i’m so blessed)
[verse 2: yrn finesse]
i got gang up on my side
b+tch i’m blessed up
you some broke ass, ‘ekorb’ ass n+ggas
get yo’ check up
that n+gga not gang at all
yea that n+gga, yea he dead to us
i’m balling like chris paul
ain’t no n+gga ever next to us (woah, oh, finesse)
i+i+i+i’ma big dog, b+tch i don’t need a vet
uh+huh, my dog gon’ slide at yo’ neck
finna hop in that big ass coupe
my n+gga finna hop in that big ass corvette
he said that he ’bout it, let’s put to the test
she wan’ play with my johnny, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout test
and please don’t try to slide on my gang, lil’ n+gga
if you ain’t bringin’ no bullet+proof vest

- len farii lyrics

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