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Fee Fi Fo Fum
Being a snotty nose never got me hoes So I snot rocket bitch, adios Then I got myself a bad bitch from El Barrio She did anything for me, you ain't gotta know She moved on to better things, got her a lot of dough But I'm all good, sipping Arnold Palmer slow To everyone I ever helped out or that's on a roll It's cool if we ain't cool no more, I want you all to blow Even before me, know it's lil old me Never was Kobe, more like Ginobli Less like Anakin, man I'm more like Obi Scrambling eggs, OJ in the OE If you my homie, yeah you better roast me If you close to me you know it's Leppy Coqui There's like four me's, Wik, Pat, Ralph, and Coach P I'mma coach you, teach you how to toast B Fee Fi Fo Fum New York Giant, here I come Puer-Puerto Rican rum We high, so drunk Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month Letras de canciones It was the deli, it was K&K where I'd stay On the day to day, shout out Sammy, shout out fuckin' Frank Before that it was 94, before that 88 We were ridin' on a horse to get from place to place Ain't no stage those days, nah, ain't got paid to play A tender age you remember hey, it's hard to say Now I'm off a zip trying to stay awake Shorty do squats on the dick just to stay in shape Phone stay on vibrate when I penetrate, woah Hit my jet wait hit you back what you a flake Like the dandruff in my hair, you can't stand it Can't you tell I'm Italian [?] medallion Like what the fuck is up, I don't know no one I don't give a fuck, man I'm not holding Onto on no grudge, man I'm so sober But now I'm on some drugs, I ain't rolled over Fee Fi Fo Fum New York Giant, here I come Puer-Puerto Rican rum We high, so drunk Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month Fee Fi Fo Fum New York Giant, here I come Puer-Puerto Rican rum We high, so drunk Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin' Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month From Letras Mania