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Deno - Fr Fr Lyrics



Deno - Fr Fr Lyrics




[ Featuring DDG ]

(That's JJ)

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real

Boo from my bit, you ain't litty like me
I'm with a brown skin ting and a little lighty
I tell 'em, "Calm down, what you want, kill me?
Don't bait me, have to phone your aunty
I say, "Wine up your waist, you're bump, I see
With the Balenciaga runners
Gyal come and tell and wait in line
One more time, give your name, your number, I
Don't care what the world says, I ain't got no time
These tings come so obsess, girl I gotta put it in drive

Double C's with the Prada
Five goons over there in the corner
Got Louis V for the armor
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real

DDD, ayy, yeah
Lil' mama lookin' sexy (yo)
I'ma leave my number with you, maybe you can text me (yeah)
I know you be loyal, you not movin' like the rest be (hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
Don't be tellin' secrets 'bout me, baby, it get messy, I'm ready (ooh)
Head game is deadly (yeah)
Done with the textin', come see me directly (ooh)
I'ma beat it up, baby, only if you let me (beat it up)
Two more shots, baby, invite your bestie
Let's have a party, call off for work (yeah)
I got some tings in my set and they cert (hmm)
Shawty not drinking 'cause she popped a Perc
Blowin' this song, play, I bet she gon' twerk
She got on

Double C's with the Prada (yeah)
Five nudes over there in the (yeah)
Got Louis V for the armor (yeah, let's go)
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills (yeah)
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills (yeah)
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill (yeah)
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil (okay)
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
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(That's JJ)

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real

Boo from my bit, you ain't litty like me
I'm with a brown skin ting and a little lighty
I tell 'em, "Calm down, what you want, kill me?
Don't bait me, have to phone your aunty
I say, "Wine up your waist, you're bump, I see
With the Balenciaga runners
Gyal come and tell and wait in line
One more time, give your name, your number, I
Don't care what the world says, I ain't got no time
These tings come so obsess, girl I gotta put it in drive

Double C's with the Prada
Five goons over there in the corner
Got Louis V for the armor
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real

DDD, ayy, yeah
Lil' mama lookin' sexy (yo)
I'ma leave my number with you, maybe you can text me (yeah)
I know you be loyal, you not movin' like the rest be (hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
Don't be tellin' secrets 'bout me, baby, it get messy, I'm ready (ooh)
Head game is deadly (yeah)
Done with the textin', come see me directly (ooh)
I'ma beat it up, baby, only if you let me (beat it up)
Two more shots, baby, invite your bestie
Let's have a party, call off for work (yeah)
I got some tings in my set and they cert (hmm)
Shawty not drinking 'cause she popped a Perc
Blowin' this song, play, I bet she gon' twerk
She got on

Double C's with the Prada (yeah)
Five nudes over there in the (yeah)
Got Louis V for the armor (yeah, let's go)
Success comin' live from the gutter, oh-oh (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna get me the house on the hills (yeah)
I'm tryna run up a couple of mills (yeah)
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
I keep it trill (yeah)
Gyal from New Delhi and some from Brazil (okay)
Some want the Henny and some want the milk
No one for real when I say it's for real, for real
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Writer: Deno Mebrahitu, Darryl Granberry Jr., Jojo Farinella, Carl Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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