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scy jimm – f.a.n. lyrics

[intro]
dante, you snapped on this one
yeah
f+ck a n+gga (god d+mn, rick)

[chorus]
don’t even compare me to these p+ssy n+ggas (uh+uh)
i been turned up for a while, i see you lookin’, n+gga (i see you lookin’, n+gga)
put his b+tch ass in a pot, get to cookin’, n+gga (come on, man)
free all my n+ggas up the road, 12 keep bookin’ n+ggas (free my n+gga)
hold up my diamond ’cause this sh+t shinin’ (on gang)
everything i say it got a meanin’, i ain’t just rhymin’
n+ggas know it’s pressure behind this sh+t (huh), he want pressure behind a b+tch (pressure behind a b+tch)
just dropped fifty on my ‘cat (yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, n+gga

[verse]
who said jimm was gone? come here, baby, daddy’s home
all my old friends gone, i’m countin’ the cheese all alone
don’t know if i rapped about a pistol, brick, or a microphone (which one?)
won’t go broke, i cross my heart (yeah, yeah, yeah), i just keep buyin’ chrome
h+ll nah, i don’t trust a n+gga (uh)
yeah, i’ll bust a n+gga (gra, gra, grao)
i just linked wit’ gang, but by myself i’ll flush a n+gga (flush yo’ ass)
heard he beat his b+tch ’cause she keep screamin’ out: “f+ck a n+gga” (ha ha)
he can’t stand jimm, if it’s f+ck me, then it’s f+ck you, n+gga (f+ck you, n+gga)
nah, this ain’t no lean, b+tch, it’s liquor in this faygo (yeah)
bad b+tch, she know i’m him, she doin’ what i say so (she doin’ what i say so)
heard he need a job, put his lil’ ass on the payroll (lil’ ass n+gga)
turn him to a french fry when i bust a b+tch potato (grao, grao)
all white brick, it look like mayo (yeah)
n+gga, you ain’t sippin’ lean, broke ass n+gga sippin’ kayro (broke ass n+gga)
i can go back to the trap if the rap slow (on gang)
real street n+gga, what the f+ck i got a cap for? (come on, man)
i’m a f+ckin’ prophet, told y’all i’m the one, time after time (yeah, yeah)
p+ssy n+gga cappin’ in his raps, rhyme after rhyme (what the f+ck?)
chasin’ checks, i just want to ball and see my n+ggas shine (see my n+ggas shine)
done that boy on fire, i drop that hot sh+t at any time
call me jump cali, we the best (yeah)
name a n+gga better, then (name a n+gga better, then)
it’s hot as f+ck, he in a jacket
.40 in my lettermen
shawty said she love the way i smell, b+tch, i’m heavensent
she keep tellin’ me to go to h+ll, i already been (ha)
i’m countin’ ben franks (yeah)
i’m a f+ckin’ shark, too big a fish tank (on gang, n+gga)
when sh+t get real, they go to fold, just know jimm ain’t (what the f+ck?)
they say i’m a piece of art, i’m standin’ in the paint, yeah (rat9ine, n+gga)
[chorus]
don’t even compare me to these p+ssy n+ggas (uh+uh)
i been turned up for a while, i see you lookin’, n+gga (i see you lookin’, n+gga)
put his b+tch ass in a pot, get to cookin’, n+gga (come on, man)
free all my n+ggas up the road, 12 keep bookin’ n+ggas (free my n+gga)
hold up my diamond ’cause this sh+t shinin’ (on gang)
everything i say it got a meanin’, i ain’t just rhymin’
n+ggas know it’s pressure behind this sh+t (huh), he want pressure behind a b+tch (pressure behind a b+tch)
just dropped fifty on my ‘cat (yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, n+gga

- scy jimm lyrics

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