Fyn song by Rema from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Afrobeats, Pop, UK Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Fyn Meaning
| [[Intro: Rema] Straight out of BC We takin’ the sound to the world you see They don’t really like me talkin’ my shit like the OGs did They hatin’ on me cause I’m a [Refrain] Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer (It’s Kel P vibes) Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar [Verse 1: Rema] Wake up in the mornin’ then I cook up in the kitchen Put 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 number Hatin’-ass niggas dem envy When I dey with their babе in the VIP lounge It’s a young boy, fresh P Star lifе Seven zero P, yeah, Star life Me and my niggas, we dey chop life Top-notch models on my bedside All white shoes dem Off-White Chat nonsense to me, I’ma go offline Miami beach, chillin’ with the baddest bitch Fuck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side , [Chorus: Rema] Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing [Verse 2: Rema] Yes, I’m a fresh young nigga Celebrity crush in my villa Take off her skirt and I give it to her Raw, raw, raw She want it raw, raw, raw She said don’t stop, stop, stop She like it when I hit it from the bottom to the top Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride Cruisin’ in the sun side Fast money, fast life Niggas wanna take my life Yeah, yeah, why? [Chorus: Rema & AJ Tracey] Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing (Yeah, yeah) , [Verse 3: AJ Tracey] 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 breath These kind of colours you don’t know unless your earnings 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 breast AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest (Bling-blow) You’re hearin’ lies, if you ain’t heard, I’m the best Me and Rema got the remedy to purge you the stress, uh [Chorus: Rema] Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing , [Refrain] Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Bimmer Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar] |
