Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fee Fi Fo Fum , by - Wiki. Release date: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fee Fi Fo Fum |
| Being a snotty nose never got me hoes |
| So I snot rocket bitch, adios |
| Then I got myself a bad bitch from El Barrio |
| She did anything for me, you ain’t gotta know |
| She moved on to better things, got her a lot of dough |
| But I’m all good, sipping Arnold Palmer slow |
| To everyone I ever helped out or that’s on a roll |
| It’s cool if we ain’t cool no more, I want you all to blow |
| Even before me, know it’s lil old me |
| Never was Kobe, more like Ginobli |
| Less like Anakin, man I’m more like Obi |
| Scrambling eggs, OJ in the OE |
| If you my homie, yeah you better roast me |
| If you close to me you know it’s Leppy Coqui |
| There’s like four me’s, Wik, Pat, Ralph, and Coach P |
| I’mma coach you, teach you how to toast B |
| Fee Fi Fo Fum |
| New York Giant, here I come |
| Puer-Puerto Rican rum |
| We high, so drunk |
| Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s |
| And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup |
| Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' |
| Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk |
| I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month |
| It was the deli, it was K&K where I’d stay |
| On the day to day, shout out Sammy, shout out fuckin' Frank |
| Before that it was 94, before that 88 |
| We were ridin' on a horse to get from place to place |
| Ain’t no stage those days, nah, ain’t got paid to play |
| A tender age you remember hey, it’s hard to say |
| Now I’m off a zip trying to stay awake |
| Shorty do squats on the dick just to stay in shape |
| Phone stay on vibrate when I penetrate, woah |
| Hit my jet wait hit you back what you a flake |
| Like the dandruff in my hair, you can’t stand it |
| Can’t you tell I’m Italian medallion |
| Like what the fuck is up, I don’t know no one |
| I don’t give a fuck, man I’m not holding |
| Onto on no grudge, man I’m so sober |
| But now I’m on some drugs, I ain’t rolled over |
| Fee Fi Fo Fum |
| New York Giant, here I come |
| Puer-Puerto Rican rum |
| We high, so drunk |
| Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s |
| And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup |
| Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' |
| Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk |
| I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month |
| Fee Fi Fo Fum |
| New York Giant, here I come |
| Puer-Puerto Rican rum |
| We high, so drunk |
| Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s |
| And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup |
| Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' |
| Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk |
| I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month |