REMA & AJ TRACEY – FYN – MAVIN
Tracklist:
- Rema & AJ Tracey – FYN
LYRICS:
Straight out of BCWe takin’ the sound to the world, you seeThey don’t really like me talkin’ my shit like the OG’s didThey hatin’ on me ’cause I’m a
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a BeamerFresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer (it’s Kel P vibes)Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigarFresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Wake up in the mornin’ then I cook up in the kitchenPut some water in the cup, ice freezin’Seein’ clips from last night intriguin’I can’t remember that chick I was kissin’Couldn’t even get her numberHatin’ ass niggas demma envyWhen I dеy with their babe in the VIP loungеIt’s a young boy fresh P Star lifeSeven zero P, yeah Star lifeMe and my niggas we dey chop lifeTop noch models on my bed sideAll white shoes dem’ Off-whiteChat nonsense to me I’ma go offlineMiami beach, chillin’ with the baddest bitchFuck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhSmall boy, but I mighty, uh-huhAin’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhThem never see this kind thing
Yes, I’ma fresh young niggaCelebrity crush in my villaTake off her skirt and I give it to herRaw, raw, rawShe want it raw, raw, rawShe said don’t stop, stop, stopShe like it when I hit it from the bottom to the topThen I took her for a ride, ride, rideCruisin’ in the sun sideFast money, fast lifeNiggas wanna take my lifeYeah, yeah, why?
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhSmall boy, but I mighty, uh-huhAin’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhThem never see this kind thing (yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest nigga doin’ this fly shit (Tracey)And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout essentials my nigga (uh)I’m talkin’ about the penthouse or the Arabic villa (that one)Or the fresh Cuban cigars with the cannabis filler (woah)I’m on a different kind of time (that’s right)I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks and hit it with the lime (one time)Ain’t no askin’ about my lady, you can bet that she’s fine (fine)Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah (boo-boo)
The Maybach leather came in elephant’s breathThese kinda colours you don’t know unless your earnin’s are blessed (bling-blow)Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (uh)Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest (cling, cling)I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breastAP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest (bling-blow)You’re hearin’ lies if you ain’t heard, I’m the bestMe and Rema for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhSmall boy, but I mighty, uh-huhAin’t nobody fly like me, uh-huhSpendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huhNeck and my wrist icy, uh-huhThem never see this kind thing
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a BeamerFresh young nigga cruisin’ in a BeamerFresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigarFresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigarFresh young nigga cruisin’ in a BeamerFresh young nigga cruisin’ in a BeamerFresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar