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amish - fys (fuck you solomon) lyrics

[intro]
manip*
it is indeed an abnormal situation
shut up (it is indeed an abnormal situation)
i got it
yo, michael, what do you th* (shut up)
okay (fys)
fine, i’ll just spit this

[verse 1: logpog]
uh, you’re filling out tax forms while i can’t even fully fill out my pants
i got a feminine waist and a feminist stance
i got more plans than phineas & ferb, f*ck ’em
i got more bands than billie eilish’s brother, what up?
tryna run up on me, you’ll probably succeed (but you’re better than normal, you’re abnormal)
acting tough, but honestly, i’d say i’m pretty weak
i gotta show you what i’m capable of
but first i gotta pee
stab me in the chest, know i’m gonna bleed out
started rapping on offscript, but you know it’s fys now
someone says they’re hard of hearing, now i always scream loud
when i came out as a baby i was only three pounds, only three pounds

[verse 2: grace abnormal]
honestly, i’m so based
could have wrote most of 6 kiss
only song i’d miss is “i’m god”
and that’s ‘cus i know i’m abovе them
fys better than whatеver ye got
you know that’s on bruh kim
i know a guy who stands on business
sol, you are not him
the worst song on fys is the best song off offscript
you know it’s still f*ck saulie mon ’till he drops it
while sol dropped nothing, fys dropped top hits
didn’t know how to rap, still dropped before his tracklist
feel like quad, way i dropped before offscript
feel like glex, way i dropped before offscript
feel like fys, way i dropped before offscript
feel like logan way i’ll probably retire before those tracks come out
at the grammys like “f*ck it, are you proud?”
at your grammys’, putting cookies in my mouth
at your fan meets, and n0body even came out, d*mn
[verse 3: kentolul]
i pop sh*t often
that boy a target, i talk sh*t often
i beat his ass down, he gon’ stand up, repeat
gimme a night, i’ll get the girl of his dreams
shoot up the shots for my boy, rest in peace
these nights keep on repeating, same old, same old, yeah
it’s the same old sh*t, pop kicks, pop lips, it’s the same old sh*t
post l!cks, post rips, they ain’t care about sh*t
got a few bucks, i’m boutta run up his sh*t
got a few hundred thou’ we come in this b*tch, okay, okay
we gon’ run up in this sh*t, okay
i know, i’m not around, i’m not surprised
i feel helpless, i feel alive
oh, i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive

[verse 4: polly sideroof & kentolul]
look, when we drop it’s return of the f*gs
when you drop it’s return of the facks
sh*t we saying, it’s all real and it’s facts
sh*t you saying is all printer (no printer)
b*tch, i’m on every limba, the bag is attached now
me and grace smoking on solomon pack now
me and kento smoking briskets and crack now
(i know what you are)
totsugeki, put my girls on my back now
totsugeki, put my girls on my back now
fys stocks are up, never what?
never back down
and they said they’d never get kento to rap, well

- fys fuck you solomon lyrics

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