More songs by Fimiguerrero
Description
Composer: Fimiguerrero
Composer: Ian Cohen
Producer: Fimiguerrero
Producer: Iankon
Producer: Steve Pringle
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fucked that bitch yesterday, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today (run that shit back)
Fucked that bitch yesterday, al-, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today (let's fuckin' go)
Bitch, I feel like David Blaine, I just turned some Fanta pink
I just made made some money vanish, don't care what that grandma think
I been countin' money, gettin' brain, money kink
She want me and you're in denial, you know it's a money thing (Lost City shit)
She cheated on a baller, light skin, Kehlani ting
The room's a sauna when she get caught in A lie with him
She said, "Call me on no caller" 'cause she doesn't want a fight with him
She know I'll never love her, that's why she be on that cryin' ting (grra-ta-ta)
Fucked that bitch yesterday, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today (let's fuckin' go)
Fucked that bitch yesterday, al-, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today (grrt)
I might tatt' a tear drop, sorry mum I killed the game
Shootin' threes with KD, bitches think I'm in the NBA
She know she ain't fuckin' nothin' 'less she sign this NDA
Her mouth ain't goin' runnin' 'cause she blew that like she Ella Mai (turn that fuckin' thing up)
Toseina make me levitate, take some Molly just to elevate
I done shit that I ain't proud of, pray that I see Heaven's gates
I got two phones, bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Kevin Gates
One for my bitches and another for that heavyweight (you niggas ain't on nothin')
Life gave me lemons, and I made some dirty lemonade
Smokin' on some gelonade, I'm fucked up, I ain't seein' straight
My ex know I'll never change, I know she want some weddin' cake
Now I'm in the hotel suite with models doin' sugar cane (ah)
Two chains, two cups, two bottles, two broads
In too much Givenchy, it look like I bought the store
I ain't got no limits, when I finish, I go pour some more
I get so forgetful, I don't know what I just did that for (yeah, let's run this shit)
Fucked that bitch yesterday, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today (let's fuckin' go)
Fucked that bitch yesterday, al-, already forgot her name
Hotel nights in Paris, tell the boyfriends I say, "Désolé"
No smokin' in the toilets, but girls wanna blow me like a vape
She gave head the best today, and I didn't try my best today
You niggas is pussies, you niggas ain't on nothin'
Fimi, it's you
Blocky, oh shit, oh shit
It's that time (time), he's comin'
Get out the fuckin' way, bop-bop-bop
Shut these niggas up, shut these niggas up (up)
These niggas are lost