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Rema - FYN feat. AJ Tracey (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rema
Rema
Vocals
AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ché Wolton Grant
Ché Wolton Grant
Songwriter
Divine Ikubor
Divine Ikubor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kel P Vibes
Kel P Vibes
Producer
KDaGreat
KDaGreat
Producer
Dj Swivel
Dj Swivel
Mixing Engineer
Harry Chaplin
Harry Chaplin
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Straight out of BC We takin' the sound to the world, you see They don't really like me talkin' my shit like the OG's did They hatin' on me 'cause I'm a Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer (it's Kel P vibes) Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar Fresh young nigga 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' ass niggas demma 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 niggas we dey chop life Top noch 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 bitch Fuck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing Yes, I'ma fresh young nigga 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 Niggas wanna take my life Yeah, yeah, why? Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing (yeah, yeah) I'm the youngest nigga doin' this fly shit (Tracey) And I ain't talkin' 'bout essentials my nigga (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 bass 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, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh Them never see this kind thing Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Beamer Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar
Writer(s): Divine Ikubor, Kevin Mindoza, Peter Kelvin Udoma Amba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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