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​frye frye. - ant beale lyrics

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[intro]
cross up some b-tches up, tell ’em come through and dirty wine (wine)
mix the henny with the chardonnay, that’s dirty wine (wine)
i just wanna pull up wit’ mercedes on my ride (ride)
i whip that m-th-f-cka’ like i ain’t in afraid to die (skrrt, yeah, woah)
bnyx
chenny, ayy, chenny (hahaha)
ayy, frye, frye, frye, frye, ayy

[chorus]
can i throw it down with my guys? (with my guys)
i’mma come around, just be outside (just be outside)
it ain’t nothin’ wrong with my eyes (with my eyes)
i’m frye, frye, i’m frye, frye, ayy
can i get fly with my guys? (with my guys)
chanel baroque studs on my eyes (that’s so fly)
i got b-tches vvs on my ride (that’s on my ride)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye, frye

[verse 1]
yeah, pick up game in cali on the roof and i frye
i like to mix the mayonnaise and the ketchup with my fries (yeah)
i just hope a beezy go to heaven when he dies (why?)
so i can spark a fat dutch, get chill with robby, and get fried (fried)

[bridge]
cross up some b-tches up, tell ’em come through and dirty wine (wine)
mix the henny with the chardonnay, that’s dirty wine (wine)
i just wanna pull up wit’ mercedes on my ride (ride)
i whip that m-th-f-cka’ like i ain’t in afraid to die (skrrt, yeah, woah)

[verse 2]
can i get money with my guys? (with my guys, yeah)
can someone call the weed man with the high? (he got the high-grade)
honey bourbon backwood for the frye (that’s to get fried, yeah)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye, ayy (fried what?)

[chorus]
can i throw it down with my guys? (with my guys)
i’mma come around, just be outside (just be outside)
it ain’t nothin’ wrong with my eyes (with my eyes)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye, yeah
can i get fly with my guys? (with my guys)
chanel baroque studs on my eyes (that’s so fly)
i got b-tches vvs on my ride (that’s on my ride)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye

[verse 3]
vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage (how much you got?)
gold medalist in thrift olympics (that’s what you got?)
i rock the camo, camo, camo, camo (camo, camo?)
i’m really in the field, i think i’m rambo
ayy, chill and frye with the rock (with the rock, woah)
i’mma smoke a doobie with barack (with barack, woah)
you don’t find a vibe like this a lot (no, you don’t, no)
so you can prolly tell i’m worth a lot (i’m worth a whole lot)
okay, my wrist moves like it got turrets (it got turrets, woah)
i only instagram for the flex (i know you watchin’)
i be in jacuzzi gettin’ neck (get what?)
i told that little c-nt that she the best (she the what?)

[chorus]
can i throw it down with my guys? (with my guys)
i’mma come around, just be outside (just be outside)
it ain’t nothin’ wrong with my eyes (with my eyes)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye, yeah (frye what?)
can i get fly with my guys? (with my who?)
chanel baroque studs on my eyes (what’s on my eye?)
i got b-tches vvs on my ride (what’s on my ride?)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye

[outro]
can i get fly with my guys? (with my who?)
chanel baroque studs on my eyes (what’s on my eye?)
i got b-tches vvs on my ride (what’s on my ride?)
i’m frye, frye, frye, frye

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