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f.a.n. - scy jimm lyrics

[intro]
dante, you snapped on this one
yeah
f*ck a n*gga (god d*mn, rick)

[chorus]
don’t even compare me to these p*ssy n*ggas (uh*uh)
i been turned up for a while, i see you lookin’, n*gga (i see you lookin’, n*gga)
put his b*tch ass in a pot, get to cookin’, n*gga (come on, man)
free all my n*ggas up the road, 12 keep bookin’ n*ggas (free my n*gga)
hold up my diamond ’cause this sh*t shinin’ (on gang)
everything i say it got a meanin’, i ain’t just rhymin’
n*ggas know it’s pressure behind this sh*t (huh), he want pressure behind a b*tch (pressure behind a b*tch)
just dropped fifty on my ‘cat (yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, n*gga

[verse]
who said jimm was gone? come here, baby, daddy’s home
all my old friends gone, i’m countin’ the cheese all alone
don’t know if i rapped about a pistol, brick, or a microphone (which one?)
won’t go broke, i cross my heart (yeah, yeah, yeah), i just keep buyin’ chrome
h*ll nah, i don’t trust a n*gga (uh)
yeah, i’ll bust a n*gga (gra, gra, grao)
i just linked wit’ gang, but by myself i’ll flush a n*gga (flush yo’ ass)
heard he beat his b*tch ’cause she keep screamin’ out: “f*ck a n*gga” (ha ha)
he can’t stand jimm, if it’s f*ck me, then it’s f*ck you, n*gga (f*ck you, n*gga)
nah, this ain’t no lean, b*tch, it’s liquor in this faygo (yeah)
bad b*tch, she know i’m him, she doin’ what i say so (she doin’ what i say so)
heard he need a job, put his lil’ ass on the payroll (lil’ ass n*gga)
turn him to a french fry when i bust a b*tch potato (grao, grao)
all white brick, it look like mayo (yeah)
n*gga, you ain’t sippin’ lean, broke ass n*gga sippin’ kayro (broke ass n*gga)
i can go back to the trap if the rap slow (on gang)
real street n*gga, what the f*ck i got a cap for? (come on, man)
i’m a f*ckin’ prophet, told y’all i’m the one, time after time (yeah, yeah)
p*ssy n*gga cappin’ in his raps, rhyme after rhyme (what the f*ck?)
chasin’ checks, i just want to ball and see my n*ggas shine (see my n*ggas shine)
done that boy on fire, i drop that hot sh*t at any time
call me jump cali, we the best (yeah)
name a n*gga better, then (name a n*gga better, then)
it’s hot as f*ck, he in a jacket
.40 in my lettermen
shawty said she love the way i smell, b*tch, i’m heavensent
she keep tellin’ me to go to h*ll, i already been (ha)
i’m countin’ ben franks (yeah)
i’m a f*ckin’ shark, too big a fish tank (on gang, n*gga)
when sh*t get real, they go to fold, just know jimm ain’t (what the f*ck?)
they say i’m a piece of art, i’m standin’ in the paint, yeah (rat9ine, n*gga)
[chorus]
don’t even compare me to these p*ssy n*ggas (uh*uh)
i been turned up for a while, i see you lookin’, n*gga (i see you lookin’, n*gga)
put his b*tch ass in a pot, get to cookin’, n*gga (come on, man)
free all my n*ggas up the road, 12 keep bookin’ n*ggas (free my n*gga)
hold up my diamond ’cause this sh*t shinin’ (on gang)
everything i say it got a meanin’, i ain’t just rhymin’
n*ggas know it’s pressure behind this sh*t (huh), he want pressure behind a b*tch (pressure behind a b*tch)
just dropped fifty on my ‘cat (yeah, yeah, yeah), another fifty on my wrist, n*gga

- scy jimm lyrics

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