Faye

Stay alive, yeah
Ain't she pretty cool? Yeah
Play around, yeah
What you tryna do? Yeah

Stay alive, yeah
Ain't she pretty cool? Yeah
Play around, yeah
What you tryna do? Yeah

I'm like Dracula, see my teeth, and they're lil'
I don't like the blood, I don't like the blood
She don't like the X, the molly what she loves
I don't like the stuff, I don't like the stuff
Ready for the weekend 'cause we gon' have some fun
We gon' have some fun, we gon' have some fun

I don't like the way you're lookin' at me (huh), you're killing me
Tinted the windows, it looks like I just drove the car through a chimney
She got them nails, paid a grand for that, you're kidding me?
I just wanna yell but I keep it in here

She says, "She a friend, but she ain't the one"
All black dress, yeah, that's Saint Laurent
Bitch gon' get the Ouija and ask you somethin'
Got the money making, yeah, I wanna show off

Stay alive, yeah
Ain't she pretty cool? Yeah
Play around, yeah
What you tryna do? Yeah

Stay alive, yeah
Ain't she pretty cool? Yeah
Play around (play around), yeah
What you tryna do? Yeah

Stay alive, yeah
Ain't she pretty cool? Yeah
Play around (play around), yeah
What you tryna do, yeah?



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Writer(s): Matthew Garrett Champion, Dijon Duenas, Henry David Kwapis
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