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switch - fr joey lyrics

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she’s so insane
man the brains so insane
man i’m going so insane

[chorus]
i know her name
she’s so vain
but i ain’t phased
she pillow talking right now she think i’m zane
i ride the pain
fr joe (bull bull)
i can’t be tamed na’ na’ i can’t be tamed

i’m out of range we switching lanes
we switching lanes we switching lanes (skrr skrr)
n-ggas’ still the same
we out of sp-ce right now
we switching lanes

[verse 1]
so cold
so cold then she so-so
she got a bad mouth call her low blow
dancing round me with no pole
where we going we need no clothes
sh-t
change the pov like a go pro
now she hoping that i go pro
shoot my enemies with a no scope
yh’

man i’m paul scholes
shoot em up and then i walk home
b-tches talk like a talk show
i need 6 figures like a sort code

it’s like she’s only nice when the doors closed (only nice when the doors closed)
it’s like she’s only nice when i bought those (only nice when i bought those)
but if she do it right i told her lord knows
lord knows

[chorus]
she’s so vain
but i ain’t phased
she pillow talking right now she think i’m zane
i ride the pain
fr joe (bull bull)
i can’t be tamed na na i can’t be tame

i’m out of range we switching lanes
we switching lanes we switching lanes (skr skr)
n-ggas’ still the same
we out of sp-ce right now
we switching lanes

[interlude: noemie & fr joey]
so what are you saying that your calm, that you don’t need no one

yh i’m calm yh
if your talking about comfy i’m comfy on my ones

don’t expect nothing remember

[verse 2]
my fraud n-ggas call me f
my new girl call me “yes please”
all this talk about the best
your girl friend call me bestie

now i ride fearless
now the plug call me jet li
if it ain’t what i rep “st”
don’t text me
please
bet she mad that i left
f— f— no torretts
duck duck no regrets
need a cheque need a cheque
your connect ain’t connect
“nect nect”
so why you settling for less

i don’t need rest
i just need breast
back to the studes’
get me a cheque
in and out of the coupe
back up to west
they tried to reject
it’s hard to accept
that i’m at their neck

[outro]
everything ‘affi teck’
screaming money ‘affi meck’
this is family not friend
gun shot for your head

- fr joey lyrics

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