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Check it out huemans This is Chuck Dizzle Checking in live and direct from Homegrown Radio on Real 92.3 And I bringing you the new splash from Mid City LA's very own F.Y.I. Fresh from his new record, F.Y.I. Invented Green So turn your box up And feel that Bump FYI is the trillest nigga that you ever heard Got superb with the words Used to chill out on the curb In the ghettoes of California Where the kids wanna earn Making money like the players and the dealers with the work If you black on the block Then the cops illegal search Consequences for the snitches Strictly stiffness in a hearse Always been about my business Get more action than a verb Bitches be catching feelings Then they lifting up they skirt Get to sexing with the lips Wink wink Start to flirt Then I hit them with that drink drink We kiss Then she squirt Made her dance up at my house Now she calling me a jerk My eyes wide open Got a nigga on alert I'm on fresh off tour Huemans selling out the merch I'm good with a milli Corporations wanna merge Had to strong arm the moon Just to plant my flag first The buzz is legendary Monumental I prefer FYI Be that new type of fly Rolling down the ave And the baddies say Hi Mid City LA where I soak up the vibes Text coming through What it do!? For tonight No time be tripping Off the when where or what Make the speakers bump I'm feeling on her bumps The bump Stay having good years These vets is looking tired Been shitting on these nigs Excuse me I'm full of fiber Turned your throne into a toilet For wifey she need it wider I like her ass so phat She need a health care provider All about my business Last name should be proprietor Booked up year round Early days late nighters You gonna need some Adderall Cup of joe Highlighters To study all my shine Designed like turpentine I drop gems to make green Movie like When I write FYI be the scene A leading man Directed to rubber bands Featured on your record Your label's staff Is my fans Too good with these spears I apologize it's my bad When I reign its more like an avalanche Kneel and kiss the ring When I do my thing It's top brass The only good cops Is the one found in a car crash Them groupies looking better After I finish my shot glass Let's bump Today's popularity Is more like a parody Try mimicking my greatness I'm a man amongst parakeets After modeling my video She was wearing a pair of sheets You feel in love with Thotiana Now you in a class for parenting? Was all in the club If judgement come I was perishing Went from horny every week To the baddest freak that was heavenly Amazed at how God works More than Frankie and Beverly My influence in the game cemented F - k with me heavily Shots fired in the hood Ain't inspiration for medley Changed the tune on what's consumed Weak rappers get felonies Never miss a chance to demeanor Social media thugs That is wieners Your blocks bluffing Cock suckers Pump faking Posting pics Next to your homie's beamer at a function If you don't run for something Walk for nothing From the west to the east coast I've been on that beast mode Master of the bump And I don't do it with cheat codes Let's go
Writer(s): Lyndon Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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