trippie redd - fym* lyrics
[lyrics from snippet]
[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
(ha)
mmh, we got nothing else to do later (nah, yeah)
ayy, we came from nothing, bussin’ these n-ggas (woah, yeah)
p-ssy, why you be flossin’ on n-gga (aah, aah)
she count this money and caused the struction [?] (yeah)
[chorus: trippie redd & juice wrld]
i’m like, b-tch, f-ck you mean, uh (f-ck you mean)
we can link, uh, please c’est la vie (link, vie)
please don’t show no t–th, uh (show no t–th)
p-ssy pink, uh, gettin’ her in the sheets, uh (pink, yeah)
we can link, hit me in the streets (link, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, huh, yeah, uhm)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah )
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, ayy)
[verse 1: trippie redd]
[…]
eeny, miny, moe, i catch you by your toe (by your toe, aight)
you don’t wanna go, you don’t know how we roll (aight, aight)
pullin’ up take your soul, aah (yeah)
[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
(ha)
mmh, we got nothing else to do later (nah, yeah)
ayy, we came from nothing, bussin’ these n-ggas (woah, yeah)
p-ssy, why you be flossin’ on n-gga (aah, aah)
she count this money and caused the struction [?] (yeah)
[chorus: trippie redd & juice wrld]
i’m like, b-tch, f-ck you mean, uh (f-ck you mean)
we can link, uh, please c’est la vie (link, vie)
please don’t show no t–th, uh (show no t–th)
p-ssy pink, uh, gettin’ her in the sheets, uh (pink, yeah)
we can link, hit me in the streets (link, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, huh, yeah, uhm)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah )
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah, ayy)
[verse 2: juice wrld]
ayy, ayy
sippin’ haze [?], gucci on the mission ([?], aah)
she gon’ give me head, but that b-tch don’t even blink, uh (aah, yeah)
only want the head, cause i know her p-ssy stink, huh (aah, yeah)
give her from the back, d-mn, her p-ssy pink
i run it up like a lap, yo, 40 all on my lap, yeah
shake ’em, n-gga, no doubt, yeah, shoot them n-ggas like cribs (n-gga, like cribs)
bad b-tch hit her from the back, yeah, i don’t know how to end
what happened after that? this is no battle rap, uh
[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
(ha)
mmh, we got nothing else to do later (nah, yeah)
ayy, we came from nothing, bussin’ these n-ggas (woah, yeah)
p-ssy, why you be flossin’ on n-gga (aah, aah)
she count this money and caused the struction [?] (yeah)
[chorus: trippie redd]
b-tch, f-ck you mean, uh (f-ck you mean)
we can link, uh, please c’est la vie (link, vie)
please don’t show no t–th, uh (show no t–th)
p-ssy pink, uh, gettin’ her in the sheets, uh (pink, yeah)
we can link, hit me in the streets (link, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
f-ck you mean, uh, f-ck you mean, yeah (ooh, yeah)
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