RYAN F*CKING JIN - FitBit! paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson FitBit! - RYAN F*CKING JIN



Rap rap cause I gotta go
I snap snap every time I write inside a note
Better tap tap in 'fore I leave you all alone
You be cap cap, making me laugh laugh
Everybody act act, I be on my own
Shit I'm thankful for my dad dad, taught me how to grow
Every time I get a bag bag, send it back home
Everybody wanna chat chat, time don't slow
Bitch I got to go work, what you don't understand stand
Don't wanna repeat myself, just wanna be myself
Don't wanna shake hand hands, don't even keep my health
I said fuck it, I could bleed to death
As long as I got shows in my future, let's go
Got fans like blow through the heater
In Vogue need a feature
I'm showing my potential, for sure
Got cosigned, beat the odds, kicking down doors
No joke
Bitch I beat beat, never no repeat
Got to make sure the whole team get a plate, let's eat eat
Paid like a pimp, ain't free free
If you want a feature, got to tax a little fee fee
Ain't got time for no love, no Keke
Got to shine above, I'm talking diamond signs and bracelets
Match all the ruby diamonds with blood, that's kinky
Huncho Jack, I do buy shit
I do my drugs, I do buy fits
I do my nails, I choose my bitch
I don't gotta stunt just to prove I'm lit
I spit spit, tell a hater suck my dick dick
PRETTYBOY, couldn't even fight if I wanted
Cause I can't go fuck up my fit fit
Run a couple laps round you, that's fitbit
Need math class, my numbers look a little too big big
Needing that ass, popping out like tit tit
I don't even pop out, I just stay in in
Everybody in my team always going win win
Put that on God, God
Know he my Savior, put me on top top
Bitch, I do it with Jeff, he's all I got got
I just did a taste test for the free drinks that they sent
Got a little brand deal, peers might stay mad
Never saw it coming for the quiet little Asian
Now I'm making moves, might lead to a paycheck
You wish you were me me
Make a few songs, get shit for free free
Move out my way bitch beep beep
Got a little bandwagon, you could take a seat seat
Make a little fanpage just for the tea tea
Art of War still outdoing your streaming
Pay me your attention, I feel needy
Run me that check, I don't do freebies
If you want peace, better write a little treaty
I can't help it, guess I'm too used to signing these contracts
Business model built off my contacts
Came from the ground up, now I'm in combat
I'm a little trooper
Fought through the pain, on top of these losers
You a little pussy, bitch, talking 'bout cougars
You a little pussy, can't get any looser
You a little pussy, get a job at Hooters
Everybody talk from behind the computer
I don't pay no mind, I just go do it
Shit that I did got bigger than you, can't fill up my shoes
And I put that on God, God
Know he my Savior, put me on top top
Bitch I do it with Jeff, he's all I got got
Yeah, I put that on God, God
Know he my Savior, put me on top top
Bitch I do it for Jeff, he's all I got got
Rap rap cause I gotta go
I snap snap every time I write inside a note
Better tap tap in 'fore I leave you all alone
You be cap cap, making me laugh laugh
Everybody act act, I be on my own
Shit I'm thankful for my dad dad, taught me how to grow
Every time I get a bag bag, send it back home
Everybody wanna chat chat, time don't slow
Bitch I got to go work, what you don't understand stand
Don't wanna repeat myself, just wanna be myself
Don't wanna shake hand hands, don't even keep my health
I said fuck it, I could bleed to death
As long as I got shows in my future, let's go
Got fans like blow through the heater
In Vogue need a feature
I'm showing my potential, for sure
Got cosigned, beat the odds, kicking down doors
No joke
Bitch I beat beat, never no repeat
Got to make sure the whole team get a plate, let's eat eat
Paid like a pimp, ain't free free
If you want a feature, got to tax a little fee fee
Ain't got time for no love, no Keke
Got to shine above, I'm talking diamond signs and bracelets
Match all the ruby diamonds with blood, that's kinky
Huncho Jack, I do buy shit
I do my drugs, I do buy fits
I do my nails, I choose my bitch
I don't gotta stunt just to prove I'm lit
I spit spit, tell a hater suck my dick dick
PRETTYBOY, couldn't even fight if I wanted
Cause I can't go fuck up my fit fit
Run a couple laps round you, that's fitbit
Need math class, my -



Writer(s): Adrien Jefferson, Ryan Jin


RYAN F*CKING JIN - fitBit!
Album fitBit!
date de sortie
23-09-2022




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