Fr Fr Lyrics
Do do do, ha ha, do do do
(oooo-ooo-hhh)
Do do do, ha ha, do do do
Wake up with no make up
And smoke up my lungs, (with the sun)
Polish up my nails
But not my twitter thumbs (are you dumb)
Do you like the way I’m talking to you
Where you from
Could you lips stay sealed?
Would you spill, like for real for real
Put two thru the door, of your honda accord
If you tell anybody like…(pow pow pow)
I don’t need no-body, calling me thottie, bout all of my bod-I-ies
And I’m trying to see
A double r, on the front of the car,
Gucci, I’m so pretty,
Close the door, close your mouth,
We don’t chase clout, in my city-y-y-y
You try to hydrate and that thirst won’t let you chill,
Baby it’s valid, valid, I know how you feel,
Gotta sign your name on it, and keep your lips sealed.
Gotta be low with it
For real, for real
(for real, for real)
You know the vibes, eh eh, don’t play
(for real, for real)
No cell phone, sign this n-d-a
(for re-e-e-a-al)
And I just might, let you taste a meal
But you gotta be low with it
For real, for real
Sour california, sippin on bombay (everyday)
Hold up, while I roll up, on a paper plate,
While you nibble all over my body
Like a piece of cake,
Aye you know the drill, let me see your skills,
Like for real, for real,
Quit tryin to be cute, standin salute
Knockin the boots like (blah, blah, blah)
My body gone wind, its been a long time
I gotta get mi-I-ine, right now.
A double r, on the front of the car,
Gucci, I’m so pretty,
Close the door, close your mouth,
We don’t chase clout, in my city-y-y-y
You try to hydrate and that thirst won’t let you chill,
Baby it’s valid, valid, I know how you feel,
Gotta sign your name on it, and keep your lips sealed
Gotta be low with it
For real, for real
(for real, for real)
You know the vibes, eh eh, don’t play.
(for real, for real)
No cell phone, sign this n-d-a,
(for re-e-e-a-al)
And I just might, let you taste a meal,
But you gotta be low with it,
For real, for real.
I’m trying to turn a milli, to a bi-I-ill,
And I could turn your demo, to a de-e-al,
But snitchin’ round here could get you ki-I-lled,
Put some diamonds in your grill,
All my diamonds are for re-e-a-a-l (for real)
I really like the way you make me f-e-e-el (for real)
Like my, my, my, johnny gi-I-ll
Keep hittin’ it right, I’ll put you in my w-I-I-ill
Put some diamonds in your grill
All my diamonds are for re-e-a-a-a-l-ll – o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ye-ah