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Paroles : Hits on Hits

She like, "Faygo where you at boy? Is you hitting?", I say no
That boy acting tough and sh*t and he don't want no smoke (Let's go Faygo)
Choppa on my hip, play and I'ma blow
I ain't got no worries, I'm always on go
We missed you Faygo
talk your sh*t, slime
I'm gonna take that n***a b*t*h
I keep my d**k

She like, "Faygo where you at boy? Is you hitting?", I say no
That boy acting tough and sh*t and he don't want no smoke (Let's go Faygo)
Choppa on my hip, play and I'ma blow
I ain't got no worries, I'm always on go
So what you tryna do? You can't play me like no fool
I got jugging in my heart, he's a stain and you are too
Make your move, what you gon' do?
Lil' Faygo, he can't lack
You was flexing with that sh*t, now come and get your chain back
That boy broke, he got the blues
Sorry that she had to choose
All these b*t*hes going crazy
But baby I don't know your name
I met her once and that's a shame
I f**ked her twice, yes I got play
on Faygo, they gon' hate
f**k that, let's get cake, yeah
f**k you, I don't know you
You was a mistake
You wanted to play 'til I played your game, yeah
Get you out my brain, yeah, this is not the same, yeah
I be in my head a lot, now things are getting strange
Ride 'round with a tool, I got aim don't need no range
Isolate myself a lot because these n***as lame
Say that she for me but I can tell that she ain't change
Say that you for me but bae this love is not the same
Said it's difficult for me to try and get you out of my brain
King of the sh*t, I'm a rock star, yeah
Keep my chopper, yeah, I'm a pop star, yeah
Don't need a doctor, yeah, I'm sipping Wockhardt, yeah
Your block a Pop-Tart, yeah, white hoes like chalk art, yeah
Let's go Faygo, he's a pro, you better know
Shout-out to [?] I can't wait 'til he home
sh*tting on these n***as, f**king b*t*h and getting dough
Man that's the whole motto, b*t*h I'ma roll my dope