FYN Lyrics – Rema ft. AJ Tracey

FYN Lyrics by Rema ft. AJ Tracey is latest English song with music also given by Kel P & KDaGreat. FYN song lyrics are written by Rema & AJ Tracey.

FYN Song Detail

FYN Lyrics

Straight out of bc
We takin’ the sound to the world you see
They don’t really like me talkin’ my s**t like the og’s did
They hatin’ on me cause I’ma—

Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer
Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer (it’s kel p vibes)
Fresh young ni**a puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young ni**a puffin’ on a cigar

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’ a*s ni**as 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 ni**as 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 bi**h
F**k her in the west, then I fly her to the south side

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing

Yes I’ma fresh young ni**a
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
Ni**as wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing (yeah, yeah)

I’m the youngest ni**a doin’ this fly s**t (tracey)
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout essentials my ni**a (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 ba*s 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

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Small boy, but I mighty, ahan
Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan
Spendin’ on expensive s**t, ahan
Neck and my wrist icy, ahan
Them never see this kind thing

Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer
Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer
Fresh young ni**a puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young ni**a puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer
Fresh young ni**a cruisin’ in a beamer
Fresh young ni**a puffin’ on a cigar

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