Tha True Showtime - Fye
U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)
Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)
Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)
I’m on tha scene fresh’d up & I’m lookin lovely (fye)
I don’t have 2 wait in line cuz everybody love me (fye)
We sneakin in thru tha back; guns u kno we totin (fye)
My coat pockets full of dro, so u kno we smokin (fye)
She’s a bad bitch so I let her smoke 4 free
Once she high af, she gon get down on her knees
Tha wet 4rm her mouth flowin down my dick like a stream
Pussy supa sweet we call that hoe Krispy Kreme
Hustlin day & nite tha game ain’t what it seems
Tha only break I get is when I’m up in her jeans
I like this bitch rite here becuz she fuckin wit tha team
I kno niggas mad cuz I’m livin a dope boy dream
U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)
Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)
Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)
Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)
“Tha Hurt” (that fye)
My weed (that fye)
My work (that fye)
My heat (that fye)
My ice (that fye)
My clothes (that fye)
My ride (that fye)
My swag (that fye)
Boy I’m fye af, let me show y’all how 2 do it
Y’all don’t kno how 2 ball; I’ma teach y’all how 2 do it
Til tha time my head hit my pillow tha money I’m gettin 2 it
Soon as my foot hit tha flo money I’m gettin 2 it (fye)
I stay puttin in wrk (fye); fuck niggas gettin tha hurt (fye)
Hoes wit me they flirt (fye); gettin naked takin off shirts (fye)
Strippin takin off skirts (fye); head, I got that 1st (fye)
She spreaded them legs murk (fye); free tha pussy was worth (fye)
Y’all ain’t got it like me tho (fye); my check come wit alotta zeros (fye)
When u c me I got bout 3 hoes (fye); they classy, but all of em freaks tho (fye)
They love takin tha D tho (fye); I’m tha only one that fuck 4 free tho (fye)
They tried a nigga that wasn’t me tho (fye); they came back, he can’t do it like me tho (fye)
My house is full of dinero (fye); I stay runnin these streets folk (fye)
Block fuck niggas off these streets folk (fye); got shit on lock nigga yeen kno (fye)
Like Eazy-E ridin in a 6-4 (fye); y’all kno not 2 touch me tho (fye)
Have yo ass R.I.P. folk (fye); & my team stay gettin these c-notes (fye)
U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)
Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)
Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)
Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)
“Tha Hurt” (that fye)
My weed (that fye)
My work (that fye)
My heat (that fye)
My ice (that fye)
My clothes (that fye)
My ride (that fye)
My swag (that fye)
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