F.A.N.
SCY Jimm
paroles SCY Jimm F.A.N.

SCY Jimm - F.A.N. Lyrics & Traduction

Dante, you snapped on this one
Yeah
Fuck a nigga (God damn, Rick)

Don't even compare me to these pussy niggas (Uh-uh)
I been turned up for a while, I see you lookin', nigga (I see you lookin', nigga)
Put his bitch ass in a pot, get to cookin', nigga (Come on, man)
Free all my niggas up the road, 12 keep bookin' niggas (Free my nigga)
Hold up my diamond 'cause this shit shinin' (On gang)
Everything I say it got a meanin', I ain't just rhymin'
Niggas know it's pressure behind this shit (Huh), he want pressure behind a bitch (Pressure behind a bitch)
Just dropped fifty on my 'Cat (Yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, nigga

Who said Jimm was gone? Come here, baby, daddy's home
All my old friends gone, I'm countin' the cheese all alone
Don't know if I rapped about a pistol, brick, or a microphone (Which one?)
Won't go broke, I cross my heart (Yeah, yeah, yeah), I just keep buyin' Chrome
Hell nah, I don't trust a nigga (Uh)
Yeah, I'll bust a nigga (Gra, gra, grao)
I just linked wit' gang, but by myself I'll flush a nigga (Flush yo' ass)
Heard he beat his bitch 'cause she keep screamin' out: "Fuck a nigga" (Ha ha)
He can't stand Jimm, if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
Nah, this ain't no lean, bitch, it's liquor in this Faygo (Yeah)
Bad bitch, she know I'm him, she doin' what I say so (She doin' what I say so)
Heard he need a job, put his lil' ass on the payroll (Lil' ass nigga)
Turn him to a french fry when I bust a bitch potato (Grao, grao)
All white brick, it look like Mayo (Yeah)
Nigga, you ain't sippin' lean, broke ass nigga sippin' Kayro (Broke ass nigga)
I can go back to the trap if the rap slow (On gang)
Real street nigga, what the fuck I got a cap for? (Come on, man)
I'm a fuckin' prophet, told y'all I'm the one, time after time (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy nigga cappin' in his raps, rhyme after rhyme (What the fuck?)
Chasin' checks, I just want to ball and see my niggas shine (See my niggas shine)
Done that boy on fire, I drop that hot shit at any time
Call me Jump Cali, we the best (Yeah)
Name a nigga better, then (Name a nigga better, then)
It's hot as fuck, he in a jacket
.40 in my Lettermen
Shawty said she love the way I smell, bitch, I'm heavensent
She keep tellin' me to go to hell, I already been (Ha)
I'm countin' Ben Franks (Yeah)
I'm a fuckin' shark, too big a fish tank (On gang, nigga)
When shit get real, they go to fold, just know Jimm ain't (What the fuck?)
They say I'm a piece of art, I'm standin' in the paint, yeah (Rat9ine, nigga)

Don't even compare me to these pussy niggas (Uh-uh)
I been turned up for a while, I see you lookin', nigga (I see you lookin', nigga)
Put his bitch ass in a pot, get to cookin', nigga (Come on, man)
Free all my niggas up the road, 12 keep bookin' niggas (Free my nigga)
Hold up my diamond 'cause this shit shinin' (On gang)
Everything I say it got a meanin', I ain't just rhymin'
Niggas know it's pressure behind this shit (Huh), he want pressure behind a bitch (Pressure behind a bitch)
Just dropped fifty on my 'Cat (Yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, nigga


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