I'm Fye
The gas got me fallin over sideways
Hella faces in my pockets my compadres
Oh, she fine? yay
She got a donk and she gone park it like the driveway
Yeah they cool but they not me
So I gotta do it my way
Cuz bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
I don't condone fakes, I want long cake
Filet mignon plates, sirloin steaks
They tried to put they weight on me but I just won't break
Ain't no validation I can get it for my own sakes
They put my daddy in the big house
So I'll put ma dukes in a big house
And we gone ball forever no more gettin kicked out
And they gone understand when they see you pull they wrist out
And it's glarin when they starin
It's enough of me goin round yeah I had them bitches sharin
And Plus I'm makin hits Hank Aaron
Runnin this shit like errands, no caring
Nah, nah... Cuz what you see is what you get
You can't tell me nothin cuz I knew I was the shit
A dog like a pit, I'm all for the chips
Yo broad on my dick but I can't fall for no tricks noooo
The gas got me fallin over sideways
Hella faces in my pockets my compadres
Oh, she fine? yay
She got a donk and she gone park it like the driveway
Yeah they cool but they not me
So I gotta do it my way
Cuz bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Hella faces in my pockets my compadres
Oh, she fine? yay
She got a donk and she gone park it like the driveway
Yeah they cool but they not me
So I gotta do it my way
Cuz bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
I don't condone fakes, I want long cake
Filet mignon plates, sirloin steaks
They tried to put they weight on me but I just won't break
Ain't no validation I can get it for my own sakes
They put my daddy in the big house
So I'll put ma dukes in a big house
And we gone ball forever no more gettin kicked out
And they gone understand when they see you pull they wrist out
And it's glarin when they starin
It's enough of me goin round yeah I had them bitches sharin
And Plus I'm makin hits Hank Aaron
Runnin this shit like errands, no caring
Nah, nah... Cuz what you see is what you get
You can't tell me nothin cuz I knew I was the shit
A dog like a pit, I'm all for the chips
Yo broad on my dick but I can't fall for no tricks noooo
The gas got me fallin over sideways
Hella faces in my pockets my compadres
Oh, she fine? yay
She got a donk and she gone park it like the driveway
Yeah they cool but they not me
So I gotta do it my way
Cuz bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
Bitch I'm fye, aye
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Writer(s): Nogum Hundo
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