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justyn.Irl - Fried In a Minute (Extended) Lyrics



justyn.Irl - Fried In a Minute (Extended) Lyrics




I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
Woahh
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't been fried in a minute
I ain't been fried in a minute

I ain't been fried in a minute
Look at the money I'm spendin
Look at the money I'm spendin, yeah I could go spend it; cause you know I'm getting it
I f*cked that bitch yeah I did it
I f*ck that bitch yeah I did it
I f*cked that bitch yeah I did it; yeah I chipped money on that bitch yeah I did it
Why did I do what I did
I did this shit to my self
I do that shit to my self
I do that shit to my self
Cause I got caught f*cking around with this bitch
I do that shit to my self
I did that shit to my self
I do that shit to my self

You know I still think about you
You know I will never doubt you; never ever doubt you
Always bout that; always always bout you
Always bout cash; always always how to's
I was out with that
I was out bad
I was down bad, when I was without you
Oooh, aye
Don't put me out bad, I'll roll without you
Oooh, hye
Baby I was out bad, baby I don't doubt you
Oooh, aye
Baby how about that, baby I would count cash with you
Bad with you, aye

I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
Woahh
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't been fried in a minute
I ain't been fried in a minute

I ain't been fried in a minute
And I ain't got nothing but digits
Digits on digital digits
I don't get it but I get it
I didn't know the specifics
Until I got all the riches
Once that I got all the "riches"
Now I see why I get bitches; get bitches
They just want money; more money...
Once you get money get honeys
Once you get money get honeys
Any honey that you want
Anything that you want
I drive that bitch to the bank
I drive that bitch from the front
I drive that bitch from the back
I f*ck that bitch like a blunt...
I f*ck her slow like the blunt
I f*ck her soul a blunt
I f*ck her slow like a blunt
I f*cked that bitch is it cool
I've had the bitch, what you do?
I do not know about you
I f*ck the bitch yeah I do
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I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
Woahh
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't been fried in a minute
I ain't been fried in a minute

I ain't been fried in a minute
Look at the money I'm spendin
Look at the money I'm spendin, yeah I could go spend it; cause you know I'm getting it
I f*cked that bitch yeah I did it
I f*ck that bitch yeah I did it
I f*cked that bitch yeah I did it; yeah I chipped money on that bitch yeah I did it
Why did I do what I did
I did this shit to my self
I do that shit to my self
I do that shit to my self
Cause I got caught f*cking around with this bitch
I do that shit to my self
I did that shit to my self
I do that shit to my self

You know I still think about you
You know I will never doubt you; never ever doubt you
Always bout that; always always bout you
Always bout cash; always always how to's
I was out with that
I was out bad
I was down bad, when I was without you
Oooh, aye
Don't put me out bad, I'll roll without you
Oooh, hye
Baby I was out bad, baby I don't doubt you
Oooh, aye
Baby how about that, baby I would count cash with you
Bad with you, aye

I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
Woahh
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I ain't feel fried in a minute
I'm too too high, hit the ceiling
I hit the sky hit the limit
I ain't been fried in a minute
I ain't been fried in a minute

I ain't been fried in a minute
And I ain't got nothing but digits
Digits on digital digits
I don't get it but I get it
I didn't know the specifics
Until I got all the riches
Once that I got all the "riches"
Now I see why I get bitches; get bitches
They just want money; more money...
Once you get money get honeys
Once you get money get honeys
Any honey that you want
Anything that you want
I drive that bitch to the bank
I drive that bitch from the front
I drive that bitch from the back
I f*ck that bitch like a blunt...
I f*ck her slow like the blunt
I f*ck her soul a blunt
I f*ck her slow like a blunt
I f*cked that bitch is it cool
I've had the bitch, what you do?
I do not know about you
I f*ck the bitch yeah I do
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Writer: Justyn Hall
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Length: 3:48
Written by: Justyn Hall

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