| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Haha! |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Rico, rico
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| Yeah
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| Came from the struggle and all it took was some patience
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| I’m staying humble but you’ll never catch me waitin'
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| I dreamed of this when we was sleeping in the basement
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| We barely speaking now, I swear I really hate this
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| 'Cause you the reason why I made it and the reason why I hate the shit
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| Just calling to let you know, nigga, you ain’t shit
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| On my flight, about to leave on some vacation shit
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| And I hope that you know you could’ve came with me
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| If you stayed with me, yeah
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| But I don’t got time for the bullshit
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| Thank God I caught your ass with that new bitch
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| I’d rather die than to wait on that fairytale love shit
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| I just want to see the top
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| Grinding, I can never stop
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| Bitch, I don’t fuck with no ops
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| I know they hate me a lot
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| Yeah, I know that they want my spot
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| These bitches can’t do what I do
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| These bitches ain’t from where I’m from
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| These bitches can’t fuck with the kid
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| These bitches ain’t really on nun'
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| Bout my money like religion
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| All you bitches ignorant copy kittens
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| I was just reminiscing
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| When I ain’t even have a pot just to piss in
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| Daddy gone, yeah he in prison
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| Momma shuts him out the building
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| School don’t really make a difference
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| Selling drugs with good intentions
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| Can’t stop til' I’m sleeping with millions
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| Can’t stop til' my momma got Benzes
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| Counting money screaming fuck all my exes
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| Middle fingers up like fuck all the fake friends
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| Got my money up now bitches wanna hate me
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| Yeah, yeah, bitches wanna hate me
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| I don’t know what I did lately
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| Yeah, yeah
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| 'Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
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| Rumors don’t get better, they just get more bold
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| I see you haters coming at me, I won’t fold, yeah
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| No, no, I won’t fold, God d-
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| God damn, stunting on my ex bitch
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| God damn, all this ice on my necklace
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean
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| 'Cause when your money sky high they say you sold your soul
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| Rumors don’t get better, they just get more bold
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| I see you haters coming at me, I won’t fold, yeah
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| No, no, bitch, I won’t fold, yeah
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| Haha! |
| Bitch Yeah yeah yeah, damn
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| God damn, flexing on my ex bitch
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| God damn, all this ice on my necklace
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean, yeah
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| Fuck you mean
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| Whoo! |
| It’s lit! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FYM , by - Rico Nasty. Song from the album Tales of Tacobella, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп