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Pumajuma - FRFR (feat. Mo Cisse) Lyrics



Pumajuma - FRFR (feat. Mo Cisse) Lyrics




Yuh Ay

SSK shit
Jugging n trapping finessing,
Frfr
Real nigga aint with that f*ck shit
Frfr
3 bitches on me they f*cking
Frfr
Youngest nigga stunting
Frfr
Frfr
Frfr
Mo Cisse menace dennis he so real
Shoot at yo body but not yo stomach I shoot to kill
White bitch off that molly she off the pills
Skrt on yo block
Frfr
In these trenches I do this shit Fr
Yo bitch on my phone
She off the shits
Ice cold diamonds dance you might get sick
Neva lackin
Always keep a stick
Choppa my bitch 24 carats
Wrapped round my wrist
Calling the po pussy nigga youse a snitch
Yeah my name mohammed
Always keep that tommy
Pussy wet tsunami
Might just catch a homi
Might just catch a body
It was only one night shawty please stop calling

Ay shout out my lil brother menace man thats my lil brother you already gang gang
Ssk shit man shout out light cheddar we getting cheddar each n every way
I f*ck yo hoe for the night frfr
My diamonds they shine with no light frfr
I was so broke I got right frfr
I like my gummy w sprite frfr
Frfr I tell no lies ima kill
Puma I live in the vile
You kiss that bitch cause u love her I'm screaming out yaga my kids on her grill
I'm never signing a deal
You niggas is all of my sons
I keep you happy with meals
Percocet got me on lean side
These bitches be asking my g sign
My diamond is wet like a faucet
You can just call me Aquarius ma
F*ck all's snitches n lies
I'm in the heart of dram
I keep a stick for protection cause they wanna take what I got
Me n Mo might go catch bod frfr
Me n Mo f*ck some thots frfr
I don't do the shooting I watch
My niggas come back w the plots
Balenci down to my socks
My neck cost more then ya car
My bitch could stunt on ya ma
My shooters gon shoot w no moll...
And I'm just so fresh like a
Freezer cash out on my visa these humans be calling me
God
God
God

FR we pull up I hop out the BENZ
Don't call me bro lil nigga we aint friends
Shout out my nigga nas thats my right hands
Shit got get nasty thats word to my mans
Imma blow up like Iran fr
Niggas talk crazy on the gram FR
Im hard headed like a ram fr
Kick his head in like I'm Scam fr
Usha flow like Im sam FR
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English

Yuh Ay

SSK shit
Jugging n trapping finessing,
Frfr
Real nigga aint with that f*ck shit
Frfr
3 bitches on me they f*cking
Frfr
Youngest nigga stunting
Frfr
Frfr
Frfr
Mo Cisse menace dennis he so real
Shoot at yo body but not yo stomach I shoot to kill
White bitch off that molly she off the pills
Skrt on yo block
Frfr
In these trenches I do this shit Fr
Yo bitch on my phone
She off the shits
Ice cold diamonds dance you might get sick
Neva lackin
Always keep a stick
Choppa my bitch 24 carats
Wrapped round my wrist
Calling the po pussy nigga youse a snitch
Yeah my name mohammed
Always keep that tommy
Pussy wet tsunami
Might just catch a homi
Might just catch a body
It was only one night shawty please stop calling

Ay shout out my lil brother menace man thats my lil brother you already gang gang
Ssk shit man shout out light cheddar we getting cheddar each n every way
I f*ck yo hoe for the night frfr
My diamonds they shine with no light frfr
I was so broke I got right frfr
I like my gummy w sprite frfr
Frfr I tell no lies ima kill
Puma I live in the vile
You kiss that bitch cause u love her I'm screaming out yaga my kids on her grill
I'm never signing a deal
You niggas is all of my sons
I keep you happy with meals
Percocet got me on lean side
These bitches be asking my g sign
My diamond is wet like a faucet
You can just call me Aquarius ma
F*ck all's snitches n lies
I'm in the heart of dram
I keep a stick for protection cause they wanna take what I got
Me n Mo might go catch bod frfr
Me n Mo f*ck some thots frfr
I don't do the shooting I watch
My niggas come back w the plots
Balenci down to my socks
My neck cost more then ya car
My bitch could stunt on ya ma
My shooters gon shoot w no moll...
And I'm just so fresh like a
Freezer cash out on my visa these humans be calling me
God
God
God

FR we pull up I hop out the BENZ
Don't call me bro lil nigga we aint friends
Shout out my nigga nas thats my right hands
Shit got get nasty thats word to my mans
Imma blow up like Iran fr
Niggas talk crazy on the gram FR
Im hard headed like a ram fr
Kick his head in like I'm Scam fr
Usha flow like Im sam FR
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Writer: Juma Byabusha, Mouhammed Cisse
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Pumajuma - FRFR (feat. Mo Cisse) Video
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Performed By: Pumajuma
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Juma Byabusha, Mouhammed Cisse

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