[LYRICS] Rema Ft. AJ Tracey – FYN

[LYRICS] Rema Ft. AJ Tracey – FYN
[LYRICS] Rema Ft. AJ Tracey – FYN

[LYRICS] Rema Ft. AJ Tracey – FYN

LYRICS: Rema Ft. AJ Tracey – FYN

LYRICS

 

[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 OG’s did

 

They hatin’ on me cause I’ma—

 

 

 

 

 

[Refrain]

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer (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 dеy with their babe in the VIP loungе

 

It’s a young boy fresh P Star life

 

Seven zero P, yeah Star life

 

Me and my niggas we dey chop life

 

Top noche models on my bed side

 

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, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

 

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

Them never see this kind thing

 

 

 

[Verse 2: Rema]

 

Yes I’ma 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, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

 

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

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 kinda colours you don’t know unless your earnin’s 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 for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh

 

 

 

[Chorus: Rema]

 

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

 

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

 

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

 

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

 

Them never see this kind thing

 

 

 

[Refrain]

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer

 

Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar

 

Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer

 

Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a beamer

 

Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar

 

 

 

The End!!!

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