Three F's
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Three F's è stato pubblicato il 20 ottobre 2025 da 9429529 Records DK come parte dell'album Three F's - Single
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Three F's è stata scoperta più frequentemente nei primi secondi di la canzone durante la settimana passata
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Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fuzzy Butt Bassel
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robyn Soto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fuzzy Butt Bassel
Engineer
Testi
Chorus
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me or financing me
Then your opinions don't mean shit to me
Keep them to your fucking self, respectfully
I got bills, goals, and good energy
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then mind your mouth, babe, let me be
Verse 1
Everybody got advice, but none got receipts
Talkin' bout my business from the backseat
Say I'm too much, too loud, too grown
Then why you stalking my phone
You've got time to gossip
I got checks to chase
You've got drama
I’ve got food on my plate
You’re worry about me, I’m doing fine
You can't afford my peace of mind
Chorus
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me or financing me
Then your opinions don't mean shit to me
Keep them to your fucking self, respectfully
I got bills, goals, and good energy
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then mind your mouth, babe, let me be
Verse 2
You don't buy me dinner
Can’t pay my rent
But you sure act rich in my comments
You mad because I glow, that’s cute
Go worry about your own pursuits
I’m too grown for broke opinions
Too blessed for your two cents minion
If you ain't bringing pleasure or pay
Then get fuck out my way, down
Chorus
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then your opinions don't mean shit to me
Keep them to your fucking self, respectfully
I got bills, goals, and good energy
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then mind your mouth, babe, let me be
Verse 3
You don't pay my rent, don’t pay my phone
Ain’t sending no cash, so leave me alone
You can't feed my body, can’t feed my soul
So shut your mouth and play your own
You ain’t on the team, you in the bleachers
Preaching loud with broke ass features
Chorus
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then your opinions don't mean shit to me
Keep them to your fucking self, respectfully
I got peace, plans, and priorities
If you’re not fucking me, feeding me, or financing me
Then kindly shut the fuck up for free
Written by: Robyn Soto

