JAHMED – FIAT Lyrics


FIAT By JAHMED

Im bouta f— up the whole city but I thought you should know
Cell phone dnd this d— aint free my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape up in yo venue bouta f— up yo show
Aye b—- im bussing out the fiat need my re up fasho
F— that louie pro club hoodie fashion week is a no
aye I might slide just to flex you a flop with this s—
Got the whoadies in the whip trunk stuff with clip
Uh, Timmy T lil n—- wishin on a mill
Small talk from my family they keep asking bout my deal
I need feed my granny f— yo grammy im on tilt
I did this off balance cause my talent is so skilled

Rollin big body I kick my foot thru yo door
I get to waving that semi pack up that Duffy with dough
Not scratch on my Nina my n—- smoking sativa
I turn the Mazda to beamer that b—- is boof I don’t need her

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I turned the booth to a steamer
Left the nueman a fever
Me no sleepy im wide open to f— up you divas
I got a feeling that lotta n—– gone try to deceive me
Me no tripping got god with me these preyers is scheming
Drop that a– to the floor, mop it up then I go
Left the crib with no ends I came back bracken with dough
Drop that a– to the floor mop it up then I go
Left the crib with no ends I came cracking with more

Im bouta f— up the whole city but I thought you should know
Cell phone dnd this d— aint free my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape up in yo venue bouta f— up yo show
Aye b—- im bussing out the fiat need my re up fasho
F— that louie pro club hoodie fashion week is a no
aye I might slide just to flex you a flop with this s—
Got the whoadies in the whip trunk stuff with clip

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