Fye on me Lyrics

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Yeah that's Prada on my jeans yeah

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You know I keep that fye on me yeah

You know I keep that fye on me yeah

And it's tucked up in my jeans yeah

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Everything ain't what it's seems yeah

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If you think I'm lacking it's a dream yeah

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I was riding around with a Nina yea I got the fye on me

Pulling up to Saks buying purple jeans

From the van to the Charger that's on me

My brother just hung up on a bitch

I swear he just tryna enjoy his lean

I'm running up bags bitch I'm getting rich

I put that on me I'm gone count this cheese

I swear I'm gone stay on my Q's and P's

While Brodie out serving them Q's and P's

I fuck her real good then I dip

Now she asking why you being rude to me

Cause bitch imma demon when I'm off these trees

I'm smoking exotics with all of my brothers

I swear that we cleaner than jewelry

AKOG ain't no one above us

Them niggas will put you to sleep

I gotta nigga with a Tek don't creep

This street shit real so stay out the streets

I pray for my brothers that in too deep

Shit get real loud

Y'all never really smoke like me

Bitch I'm driving real fast you can't catch up to me

I swear you can match my speed

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Yeah that's Prada on my jeans yeah

Hold up

You know I keep that fye on me yeah

You know I keep that fye on me yeah

And it's tucked up in my jeans yeah

Hold up

Everything ain't what it's seems yeah

Hold up

If you think I'm lacking it's a dream yeah

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