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Fr Fr Video (MV)




Performed By: E.Berrios
Length: 2:23
Written by: Edward Berrios Jr.




E.Berrios - Fr Fr Lyrics




I can't put out no weed til I get a wrist band
Right behind the AP where I got the wrist tan
Like to keep it low key she cant be plain Jane
Yo bitch basically basic aint on the same wave
Bitch Im tryna get paid
Give EP to the DJ u know my shit bang
She heard its me on the speaker she tryna come hang
Put her right on the gang I'm tryna make it a Ting
Know what i mean
Some people fly first class
While others prefer the train
Is we f****n? Well ima explore you like journeyman
I aint playing
But surely I aint staying
Appointment with the bag
Im about to make my way in

Don't tell me what you think or how you feel
Cuz i don't give f*ck to keep it real
You n****s know the vibes
Yea you know the deal
You know just how I'm coming
Don't play with me forreal
Forreal forreal

I aint even thirsty I just want another refill
Slam bills on the counter i need a cheap thrill
And I'm bout to leave in an hour I need a good meal
Ima have to eat my n***a because we lit still
Got another aftie to hit up in the hills
Ima find the baddest bitch & put in my bid in forreal
If she taken ya heart breaking
Boy ya chick ima steal
My name E give her ecstasy like blue pills
Skrt off in a spaceship this aint no automobile
Make sure I get the back end so the night is fulfilled
Like Denzel Im the man won't do shit for the gram
Ya chick sending me nudes
I send them straight to the spam

Don't tell me what you think or how you feel
Cuz i don't give f*ck to keep it real
You n****s know the vibes
Yea you know the deal
You know just how I'm coming
Don't play with me forreal
Forreal forreal
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I can't put out no weed til I get a wrist band
Right behind the AP where I got the wrist tan
Like to keep it low key she cant be plain Jane
Yo bitch basically basic aint on the same wave
Bitch Im tryna get paid
Give EP to the DJ u know my shit bang
She heard its me on the speaker she tryna come hang
Put her right on the gang I'm tryna make it a Ting
Know what i mean
Some people fly first class
While others prefer the train
Is we f****n? Well ima explore you like journeyman
I aint playing
But surely I aint staying
Appointment with the bag
Im about to make my way in

Don't tell me what you think or how you feel
Cuz i don't give f*ck to keep it real
You n****s know the vibes
Yea you know the deal
You know just how I'm coming
Don't play with me forreal
Forreal forreal

I aint even thirsty I just want another refill
Slam bills on the counter i need a cheap thrill
And I'm bout to leave in an hour I need a good meal
Ima have to eat my n***a because we lit still
Got another aftie to hit up in the hills
Ima find the baddest bitch & put in my bid in forreal
If she taken ya heart breaking
Boy ya chick ima steal
My name E give her ecstasy like blue pills
Skrt off in a spaceship this aint no automobile
Make sure I get the back end so the night is fulfilled
Like Denzel Im the man won't do shit for the gram
Ya chick sending me nudes
I send them straight to the spam

Don't tell me what you think or how you feel
Cuz i don't give f*ck to keep it real
You n****s know the vibes
Yea you know the deal
You know just how I'm coming
Don't play with me forreal
Forreal forreal
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Writer: Edward Berrios Jr.
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