Fuego Rari - Oh Yeah

Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah

I'm a dream chaser
Transform like a terminater
Niqqaz want paper
Some niqqaz just wanna be a hater
Boy what you want on?
Took a pill and I transform
Move like the Don
Cash out I Can't move slow

This lil b**ch is a dub
She can't call my phone no more
Half these niqqaz is clowns
They can't be my bro no more
All of my ice is cold
Put on a mink coat for the cold
When I flew out of town
I had butterflies on my doors

I got the feeling
Niqqaz ain't feeling me
I got the chicken
Niqqa you shitting me
I got the tinted
Thotty gon sloppy me
I let my hitta
Throw out the shots for me
I told the teller
Blue cheese
All I eat
I let the choppa
Sing a lil melody
Rick Owens leather
Rick Owens on my feet
Rick Owens sweater
You get the remedy

Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah

No stylist
Imma stylist
Red dot him
No silencer
Shot em
I Pick up half a rack
And go shopping
I was on my grind
Night till is sunny

Pussy boy get hit with the fire
I put the half a percy In her mouth
Only do foreign clothes when I'm out
My niqqaz still be kicking the doors in
My diamonds wet call me Moses
I put that bitch on red Codeine
Run up the bag, the cash, the money
I been on my grind
I ain't doing no skating
Vlone on my back
Cause these niqqaz be faking
It boost up my ego
How I run up this paper
Can't be stuck in the trenches
I'm finding a way out
The choppa got extension
Got c*ke in the penthouse

I'm a dream chaser
Transform like a terminater
Niqqaz want paper
Some niqqaz just wanna be a hater
Boy what you want on?
Took a pill and I transform
Move like the Don
Cash out I Can't move slow

Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah
Oh Yeah

Written by:
Michael Baffoe

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