Fein
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Intro
Just come outside for the night
Take your time, get your light
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I been out geekin'
Chorus
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'
Interlude
Verse 1
The career's more at stake when
you in your prime
Fuck that paper, baby, my face
on the dotted line
I been flyin' out of town for
some peace of mind
It's like always they just want
a piece of mine
I been focused on the future,
never on right now
But I'm sippin' that kombucha,
either pink or brown
I'm the one that introduced you
to the you right now
Oh my God, that bitch bite
But alright, tryna vibe
In the night, come alive
Ain't asleep, ain't a-, ain't
a-, ain't-ain't-ain't-
Chorus
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'
Syrup, whoa, what?
What?
what?
Yeah, I just been poppin' my
shit it's been gettin' live,
hol' up
Yeah, you try to come wrong
'bout this shit, we poppin' ya
tires, hol' up
Uh, hunnid round, whoa, feelin'
like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these
hoes
Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends
I been goin' crazy, shawty, I've
been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, shit, she
tryna go
Chorus
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'
Fein', fein', fein', fein'
Verse 3
I just been icin' my hoes
I just been drippin' my ho
This is a whole 'nother level,
shawty
I got these hoes on they toes
I put the bitch on the road
She tryna fuck on the O, hol'
up, hol' up
I got this ho with me, she tryna
show me some', hol' up, hol' up
I got flows for days, these
niggas ain't knowin' none, hol'
up, hol' up
Me and my bro locked in, you
know we on one, hol' up
We in the spot goin' crazy,
until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that
ho done chose us
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen,
can't give the zip code up, hol'
up, yeah
Fein', fein', fein'
Why the fuck these niggas actin'
like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed
up, uh
Switch out the bag, these niggas
get rolled up, hol' up, slatt
Everything hit, hol' up
Everything Homixide, Homixide
Fein', fein', fein',
fein'-fein'-fein'
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