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fee fi fo fum freestyle - surf lyrics

[intro]
eris (eris)

[verse]
ayy, are you mad? i don’t care
get the bag or i don’t care
b*tch, i feel like 2015 la flare
i only know what’s over here, not over there
yeah, she likin’ what she see, she stop and stare (stare)
i got shooters lookin’ down from the stairs
i got uncles i ain’t never seen in jail
ain’t no competition, b*tch, i’m in it by myself
if you wanna k!ll me, gotta put me in that chair, yeah (yeah)
i can never fall, i never fail
lookin’ at my girl, i swear to god, she bad as h*ll
on the scale of one to ten, i think she off the scale
you got old money, yeah, it’s bread but it’s stale
man, i swear that choppa get to singin’ like miguel
better yet, that choppa get to singin’ like adele
all these n*ggas’ leeches, they’ll get on you ’til you pale
i been on my grind and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no rail
i made a decision, had to get up and go get it
i had to realize to make money, you gotta spend it
i was seventeen, i made a band off of a feature
that’s when i realized i don’t have to listen to teachers
back in school, i remember n*ggas ain’t believe us
i ain’t even trip, i just made that boy a believer
i had to leave my ex alone ’cause she turned to a tweaker
if a b*tch buggin’, i’ma have to go delete her
woah, it’s gettin’ hot in here, i’m blowin’ off the meter
yeah, that choppa get to singin’, call it sevyn streeter
my choppa shot somebody else, i called that b*tch a cheater
so many red dots, i’ll leave you spotted like a cheetah
all that baby money, all i hear is “goo*goo*gaga”
i turned to a monster, make you call me “lady gaga”
all my diamonds wet from mexico, i call it “agua”
you snackin’ on some mickey d’s, i’m snackin’ on some lobster
ayy, i f*cked up that check, my n*gga, i’ll do it again
i can’t take no l, my n*gga, all i do is win
ayy, b*tch, i feel like guwop, i want money, not no friends
had to go and get that bag, i had to cut off my loose ends
i’ma go and cash that check and put my mama in a benz
put my dad inside a porsche, take a trip up to new york
do a show and go berserk, n*gga, all i do is work
she said, “do you remember my name?” b*tch, no, i’m off a perc’
ayy, i’m just lookin’ for my beyoncé like i’m lil durk
shawty, lose your attitude because you might just make me worse
i can’t take this sh*t for granted, it’s a blessing and a curse
only time they really miss you when you ridin’ in a he*rs*
i got angels watchin’ over me because the devil lurk
lil’ b*tch, don’t get your hopes up because your feelings will get hurt
had to go and get my dirty diana a brand new purse
better watch yo’ back ’cause karma real, you get what you deserve
man, i probably could’ve stopped like two minutes ago
run to the bank like “fee*fi*fo”
pockets so fat, might need lipo’
these lil’ n*ggas can’t steal my flow
b*tch, i feel like ’09 wayne
lost my mind, i lost my brain
she say i’m crazy, i’m insane
i’m just a product of my pain
almost went out like cobain
my diamonds’ wet, they out the tank
my diamonds’ clear, your diamonds’ tank
my choppa singin’, call it “tank” (tank)
choppa singin’, call it “tink”
i’m on a roll, no skatin’ rink
drippin’ sauce, i’m out the sink
you really off, you out of sync
[outro]
eris (eris)

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