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lv8r - fye fye fye lyrics

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(chorus)
yeah i’m so hot yeah i’m on fire
king of my town they call me sire
word around town i tote that fye
don’t make a sound this sh+t too dire

moving on planes like i’m a flier
florida gas this sh+t too fire
you can’t hang you’re way to sherm
letting it bang yeah feel that burn

(verse 1)
he was talking all tough now he fly like birds
he was talking all tough now we stomp him on the curb
said he want some beef, i got some burgers, yeah
they ain’t wanna believe and i had to serve em, woah
twisting this leaf this sh+t my gerber

(verse 2)
pack a punch
this blunt is filled with runtz
i f+ck her in the c+nt
wе don’t play fair we jump
you better run likе gump
you not a champ you chump
you cannot hang you bum
oh she want a bump?
mean mug the call me grump
dancers round me and they krump
at the function we get crunk
this gas so stinky like a skunk
don’t really drink but i’ll get drunk
a milly here a milly there
boy i’m so lit i’ll throw a chair
i’ll throw a fest i’ll throw a fair
you finna get peeled just like a pear
a silly here a goofy there
i told dat hoe get out my hair
you won’t get one on me you dare
they cross me and they’ll have to stop me
cliché but it get hot takis
preaching they gone try to stop me
they gone have to cross me
she droolin’ like she bored in class that hoe gone have to top me
(bridge)
i’m coolin’ chillin on this pack i get so high you cannot stop me
they try to put me in a box i told them i ain’t rocky
they know i’m blowing up they gone mistake me for iraqi

(verse 3)
no i can’t play with you f+ck n+ggas
y’all way too late i’m counting like 8 figures
they tried to skate but then got baked like, uhh go figure
lil hoe got steak up on her plate that b+tch a gold digger
make no mistake i get irate i like to hold triggers
go out west and get my check i’m making bold figures
i still ain’t get my brick
lil goofy sent a brick
lil n+gga you a trick
you paint your nails like b+tch
i guess you guess the gist
you gone need a stitch
i’m bonafide fye
my shooters not for hire hire

(chorus)
yeah i’m so hot yeah ima on fire
king of my town they call me sire
word around town i tote that fye
don’t make a sound this sh+t too dire
moving on planes like i’m a flier
florida gas this sh+t too fire
you can’t hang you’re way to sherm
letting it bang yeah feel that burn!

- lv8r lyrics

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