Lil Jairmy - FN lyrics

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Lil Jairmy - FN lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, who that? John Gotitt) (Can't rush the vibe, Rando) Let's go [Chorus] Win, win, win, don't pretend Show me that you got some heart, I might just let you in Security know my face, even with this pipe, they let me in Cross me once, won't cross me twice, I'll never trust your ass again I felt dizzy all summer, all them times I had to spin I been gettin' to the money, put racks out and get racks in I thought I was ballin' then, but now I got it times ten Smokin' on exotic strands, can't hold up my eyelids Uh, I stay with some hoes, but they ain't mine like stepkids We steppin' on the bricks, wear designer to step in Ain't nobody helped me out, I had to put myself in Gun so big, look like a four-five, but this b*tch an FN [Verse] Yeah, Twinski, he remind me of myself, so that's my twin, you know I'm blowin' for him ni**as say they richer, need to cut it like a lawnmower A hundred pounds of pressure, this sh*t louder than a car alarm My lil' b*tch a ten like Vince Young and plus her pussy warm Serve the city, if I don't know him, one of my ni**as know him Cook up with my right arm, shoot it 'til my pipe warm He wanna be a gangster, I just hope his mama prayin' for him Streets ain't showin' love, an article, I think he payin' for it So much paper like a damn application form Go and tell the robbers I'm not runnin', dog, I'm waitin' for 'em Plug can barely talk, the translator speak the language for him Bracelets goin' crazy, safe to say I got an angry arm Heard he got a platform, yeah, I know, I made it for him I'm tryna go platinum and pack it out in stadiums They gon' have to pay for us, they know not to play with us I'm tryna go black card, go put some this paper up I done got a black heart from receiving hate so much How you turn disloyal and you know I went out my way a bunch? I take it down the road because I know them ni**as pay a bunch I feel like a magician, take two b*tches, make 'em turn to one Say she wanna fu*k, now it's her turn and this b*tch tryna run Percocet have me goin' so damn long, but now I'm finally done ni**as played in every kind of way, is you gon' slide or what? I just put some racks up on my chain, ain't tuckin' mine for nothin' I got choppers bigger than a midget, ain't that size for nothin' Call your jeweler up and shoot him 'cause that sh*t you got don't shine for nothin' Take the K and ghostride it, I call this a blowdryer Murder rate gon' grow higher, hit this dope and go higher We gon' need some more lighters [Chorus] Win, win, win, don't pretend Show me that you got some heart, I might just let you in Security know my face, even with this pipe, they let me in Cross me once, won't cross me twice, I'll never let you close again I felt dizzy all summer, all them times I had to spin I been gettin' to the money, put racks out and get racks in I thought I was ballin' then, but now I got it times ten Smokin' on exotic strands, can't hold up my eyelids Uh, I stay with some hoes, but they ain't mine like stepkids We steppin' on the bricks, wear designer to step in Ain't nobody helped me out, I had to put myself in Gun so big, look like a four-five, but this b*tch an FN [Outro] (Ayy, who that? John Gotitt) (Can't rush the vibe, Rando)

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