Fimi - Viral Lyrics

She finee, on fireee
Divine, she Viral
She fly, like chariots
Of fire, she's viral

I go viral like John 3:16
I know y'all be listening
The rap game losing taste, going bland
But I'll be the seasoning
Cos I'm tasty like I'm ratatouille
Want a piece? Let's get right into it
Trolls them be hating and they writing tweets
Thanks for the love tho, gratitude
Call me the gyal with the attitude
My bank account, I be adding to it
Stacking dinero dinero, I do what I wants to
I call it the latitude
God ain't playing when he said
That I am the salt and the light of the earth
So I took it literal
Giving liberally, generous, I be Ellen about it
Hey there, no cap pls
Illuminating get glasses
I ain't gon be taking no passes
Bring a notepad to my classes
I be balling like I'm Nate O Connor
Lil bitch, you're my maid of honor
Could go late for my wedding, make a Nigga wait for me
Give a kiss on the hand, he finally gets to see me like damn mami love the suit
Looking sharp in those bloody shoes
Your favourites are my prisoners cos
They're always behind these bars
Now gimme the hype I deserve
All of these niggas is dumb but you serve them
Spitting whatever I feel
Straight to the point, never do the swerving!


Sorry to disappoint you
I ain't gon rap about nude
I ain't gon talk about coochie
To prove I'm a cool chic
I bet that feels new
Do you wanna know what is cool
Sick and fly like bird flu
I'm breaking up with the status quo
And God, that feels so good


Now gimme the hype I deserve
Serving a whole damn meal and dessert
I ain't be f*cking with you if you got dirt
Put some respect on my name call me Sir
You know I levelled up, ain't in your class
I mean I get it up, I ain't relaxed
I got a billi and I pay my tax
You're in my shadow you live at the back



Bitch I got money like Bruce Wayne, gold chain
Bars pouring like the rain, insane
Got my rari on the highway, I reign
Steady popping like it's champagne on a Friday
Now get the f*ck outta my way (my way)
Lowkey hating on me but you looking up to me
Now get in line it's a parade
She Viral


Look, Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the baddest of them all
I left for a lil bit and y'all lil niggas forgot
That I'm the boss, And I be calling the shots
Take killers for granted I'm killing this shit
Spit on the mic, ain't you loving this shit
Ride with it, glide on it, Fimi with the flow on the beat and It slap, holdup

My flow stay cold like the ice on my neck
Eyes on my body makaveli, stacks on my deck
GRrrr break it down
Haters never ever gonna break me down
Cos you know my
Flow's cold, cold burn
Chase the money gold bag
Haters, Hole dug
Not your average joe, I'm Goldberg


Sorry to disappoint you
I ain't gonna rap about nude
Ain't gon be selling my coochie to get me a Gucci
I bet it feels new
Do you wanna know what is cool
Sick and fly like bird flu
I'm breaking up with the status quo
And God, that feels so good!