F.Y.R.
کاور آهنگ F.Y.R. از Chingy

F.Y.R.

F.Y.R.۱۳۹۶۲:۵۶

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I dun had it with you hoe niggas

I dun had it with you gold diggers

Yeah, nigga run a show nigga

I aint banging with my chic (Full Dekk)

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that change

I want that check

Fuck your respect

I've come to collect

What you expect

Shout to my set

I'm great with them hands

But do what i bet

Deal with that porshe In 86'

That's when Big Hobo was flippin them bricks

Two resorts 1-9-8

And a mustang bitch be the shit

I hit it lit yeah i hit it lit

2003 it was me and my clique

Shout out to 20

Shout out to Shana

Shout out to TI

And Shout out to Chris

I'm in a sect

I'm in a sect

No i'm not Drake

But i'm in a sect

What sect you in?

AMG nigga

They say its pimpin like AMG nigga

They askin if its me nigga

Like Kanye all day is me nigga

My new chic's six high

But im done with my Xbox

Don't play with me nigga

They show love when they hate on me nigga

If like you could scandal me nigga

Infinity flows so hate on me nigga

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that change

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

Niggas be dissin

Like I fucked their mamas

Daddy with near 90 life it with drama

I see my future

Fuck up some commas

Own that PJ

But i'm not in Pajamas

Now hold 21 and that savage

My last chic, she was baggage

I need greens and that cabbage

Fuck a horse carriage and marriage

Ride solo like i'm fabulous

Got Checks

Nigga no package

They go "hundreds boy, i sagged them"

Chingaling my name must sagged them

Sabotage me on that base shit

Ya heard Motha Fucker

Im on brake quit

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

My plate fixed

And make it real with all that hate shit

Hah

Bitch, you see me coming through the door

I aint buster, But they saying "gimme more"

No time for hoes

Too busy i dont care

Yeah, i like you lil mama

But that paper i adore

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

I want that check

I want that bag

Fuck your respect

When i pull up its in a vett

When i take off its in a jet

Full Dekk