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iamphycojack - Faneto (Freestyle) Lyrics



iamphycojack - Faneto (Freestyle) Lyrics




Ayy, it's big Phyco Jackson
He wanna give me top again, he wanna eat this box again
But I'm indecisive, one day I love him
The next day, he just my bop again
I got the hood on my back
Hell nah, I'm not wearin' no goddamn cardig

Ayy, it's big Phyco Jackson (Let's go)
He wanna give me top again, he wanna eat this box again
But I'm indecisive, one day I love him
The next day, he just my bop again(slut)
I got the hood on my back
Hell nah, I'm not wearin' no goddamn cardigan (yeah , let's go)

U Get it? Hoes my sons, but I am not they legal guardians (Uh-uh)
Ayy, he got good brain that nigga a geek, that nigga a smarty pants (Yeah)
When I f*ck the club up
I'm shakin' the spot, and I'm makin' the party dance
I know some niggas who bankin' wit' Navy Federal, they not Army men
Okay, you treat niggas like they yo' bae? (Uh-huh)
I treat niggas like they my floor (Yeah, go)
Man Bein' at school don't mean you safe, ho, I'll come to wherever yo' dorm at (Bitch)
Bookin' yo flight don't mean you safe (Yeah, yeah)
Ho, I'll come to wherever you board at (Yeah, bitch)
Bringin' the beef to wherever you lay
Uber the meat, just call me DoorDash

Ayy, bitch, get yo' pussy ass off the inter (Pussy)
Hoes be thinkin' it's sweet 'cause I like tea, and to be unfiltered (Uh-huh)
Ayy, just look at all of my opps, then look at me, that's why they hit er
Ayy, I can't date no broke man 'cause I'ma hit him if he get "bitter," and I'm not playin' (At all)
Too much? Okay, my bad

I'm tonin' it down (Uh-huh), big phyco the talk of the town (Let's go)
We goin' up, so they gonna go down (Uh-huh)
We told her she it (Yeah), & kyahs the clown (Yeah)
If he ain't nut, then the shit didn't count (Okay)
Sorry, but I'm not sorry (Uh-uh)
Pretty as f*ck, say I'm built like a barbie
He got the meats (Go, go), imma turn him to Arby's (Let's go)
Get off live, you not iCarly
He callin' back to back, I was gettin' head
I told him my phone was chargin' (Damn), and he believe me 'cause I'm kinda charmin' (Uh-huh)
Records do good, so I go to chart it (Yeah)
That bitch (Yeah), will never get charted (Yeah, yeah)
'So then they make me the target (Let's go)
If it's smoke (Let's go), then ho come spark it (Let's go)

Ayy, I still love my nigga from time to time we just be f*ckin' up (Yeah)
Bae, if you can hear me, I love you, and the way you f*ck this up (Ew)
I call him my butter cup (Yeah)
Denver bitch, double up (Uh-huh)
And if I lose my nigga I'm just gone double back and double up (Yeah, yeah)
Let's go, he suckin' me like he suckin' a weed pen
I want it now, nigga, I'm not waitin'
Knew I was that bitch as soon as I came in (Go)
Jumped off of the porch (Go), I ain't need no trainin' (Go)
It's a slippy mickey Ian kno we was lacin'
He got good strokes, but he not paintin'
He give it up, he don't do no complainin'
I'm that bitch, I don't do explainin' (Bitch)
Ayy, ooh, that nigga a S-I-M-P, but ain't no squirrels in his pants (Yeah, yeah)
I'm ridin' wit' Jalen, I'm ridin w fenti, but ain't no girls in the van
I kinda feel bad for f*ckin' his face, 'cause I already know that his girl is a fan (Yeah)
Ain't nobody stoppin' P-H-Y-C-O, 'cause I got the world in my hands (It's Leo)
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Ayy, it's big Phyco Jackson
He wanna give me top again, he wanna eat this box again
But I'm indecisive, one day I love him
The next day, he just my bop again
I got the hood on my back
Hell nah, I'm not wearin' no goddamn cardig

Ayy, it's big Phyco Jackson (Let's go)
He wanna give me top again, he wanna eat this box again
But I'm indecisive, one day I love him
The next day, he just my bop again(slut)
I got the hood on my back
Hell nah, I'm not wearin' no goddamn cardigan (yeah , let's go)

U Get it? Hoes my sons, but I am not they legal guardians (Uh-uh)
Ayy, he got good brain that nigga a geek, that nigga a smarty pants (Yeah)
When I f*ck the club up
I'm shakin' the spot, and I'm makin' the party dance
I know some niggas who bankin' wit' Navy Federal, they not Army men
Okay, you treat niggas like they yo' bae? (Uh-huh)
I treat niggas like they my floor (Yeah, go)
Man Bein' at school don't mean you safe, ho, I'll come to wherever yo' dorm at (Bitch)
Bookin' yo flight don't mean you safe (Yeah, yeah)
Ho, I'll come to wherever you board at (Yeah, bitch)
Bringin' the beef to wherever you lay
Uber the meat, just call me DoorDash

Ayy, bitch, get yo' pussy ass off the inter (Pussy)
Hoes be thinkin' it's sweet 'cause I like tea, and to be unfiltered (Uh-huh)
Ayy, just look at all of my opps, then look at me, that's why they hit er
Ayy, I can't date no broke man 'cause I'ma hit him if he get "bitter," and I'm not playin' (At all)
Too much? Okay, my bad

I'm tonin' it down (Uh-huh), big phyco the talk of the town (Let's go)
We goin' up, so they gonna go down (Uh-huh)
We told her she it (Yeah), & kyahs the clown (Yeah)
If he ain't nut, then the shit didn't count (Okay)
Sorry, but I'm not sorry (Uh-uh)
Pretty as f*ck, say I'm built like a barbie
He got the meats (Go, go), imma turn him to Arby's (Let's go)
Get off live, you not iCarly
He callin' back to back, I was gettin' head
I told him my phone was chargin' (Damn), and he believe me 'cause I'm kinda charmin' (Uh-huh)
Records do good, so I go to chart it (Yeah)
That bitch (Yeah), will never get charted (Yeah, yeah)
'So then they make me the target (Let's go)
If it's smoke (Let's go), then ho come spark it (Let's go)

Ayy, I still love my nigga from time to time we just be f*ckin' up (Yeah)
Bae, if you can hear me, I love you, and the way you f*ck this up (Ew)
I call him my butter cup (Yeah)
Denver bitch, double up (Uh-huh)
And if I lose my nigga I'm just gone double back and double up (Yeah, yeah)
Let's go, he suckin' me like he suckin' a weed pen
I want it now, nigga, I'm not waitin'
Knew I was that bitch as soon as I came in (Go)
Jumped off of the porch (Go), I ain't need no trainin' (Go)
It's a slippy mickey Ian kno we was lacin'
He got good strokes, but he not paintin'
He give it up, he don't do no complainin'
I'm that bitch, I don't do explainin' (Bitch)
Ayy, ooh, that nigga a S-I-M-P, but ain't no squirrels in his pants (Yeah, yeah)
I'm ridin' wit' Jalen, I'm ridin w fenti, but ain't no girls in the van
I kinda feel bad for f*ckin' his face, 'cause I already know that his girl is a fan (Yeah)
Ain't nobody stoppin' P-H-Y-C-O, 'cause I got the world in my hands (It's Leo)
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Writer: Jackson Forge
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Performed By: iamphycojack
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Jackson Forge

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