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French Fry Dinner Lyrics - Artist : Billy Marchiafava
[Intro:]
Hey man, the fuck you mean you ain't heard [Billy Marchiafava:] I've been makin' moves, they don't like that Big boss money, first I spend it then I make it back Ran to the bank, came back with a big bag Diamonds on my necklace, shine, yeah they playing tag (Ooh) Haters getting mad, I can tell now I was down bad, now these bitches wanna fuck now Call me in the morning, call me when you touch down Now I'm in the field makin' plays, like a touchdown Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uhh Don't call me on my phone, if you ain't talkin' bucks You ain't working hard, baby, that's why you stuck Made a hundred grand, real quick, that's what's up Never thought I would be the one, I was the quiet type Now I'm getting neck from your hun, I'm in the limelight I've been busy stackin' the funds and when the time's right I'ma blow it all, just for fun Bitch I'm workin', I stay surfin' You can't even scratch the surface I've been makin' guala, Fendi, Prada You get nada, hot like sauna, ayy Drop-droppin' the top in that Beamer Rims lookin' clean and my teeth lookin' cleaner Smile so bright the whole world gon' see it I'ma make a mil', real soon, best believe it [TrippythaKid:] Tic, tac, toe, smokin' three in a row Got TikTok hoes, always bumpin' to my songs I don't want nobody on me, unless she my girl We be walkin' thru the city like it's my world Like, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, bitch I'm like Gucci Mane (Brr) When I slide thru with the fresh lynx furs I don't wanna talk but y'all be flexing with your words Step into the ring with big trip Somebody once told me, the world was gonna roll me But I'm rollin' up the herb, like "Fuck police" Kobe, shootin' for three, you don't know me Fat man, icey, drivin' a Zamboni Any minute now, swear to God, I'm 'bout to get it now When you come around, y'all be thinking but can't spit it out Pull the limo 'round, hot box in the winter I'm as cold as a now globe, shake it, make it snow, ho |
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