Mrs. FIFA* lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m chillin' with my, uh
Chillin' with my feet up
Oh, feet up, oh
Oh, mmm, uh
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp)
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp), stupid b*tch
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp)
Huh

[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma f*ck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon' do the pills like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, hey)
'Cause n*ggas, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
And every season money makin' season
And the broke n*ggas still havin’ cold, cold winter

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh
My life been a wild ride
You try me, then you gon' die
My killers come from the east side
…
It's 'cause the whole world mine, it's all mine
So if you get out of line, you gettin' flat lined
Ridin' round LA with mines, throwing up gang signs
In my crib, I keep a stash, a couple Glock 9's
Favorite pills make me livin' in high tide (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma f*ck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon' do the pills like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, hey)
'Cause n*ggas, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
And every season money makin' season
And the broke n*ggas still havin’ cold, cold winter

[Verse 2]
…pills pop, guns tote
P-T-S-D is real, no joke
A-S-A-P, need pills pronto
Perc's secured, I'm finna splurge
If I got enough pills, I'ma start up a purge
Huh, yeah, yee-haw cowboy, we gone
A-215 had me dreaming
Can't feel no pain, I mean it
I'm out of my brain, it's scenic
This sh*t you never seen, b*tch I seen it, I mean it
Pills holding me down, countin' me out
Now I'm on top, I'm in the clouds
Still have my demons all around, day to day I'm slayin them down
Numbing the pain with the drugs and sex
f*cking that b*tch so good like wow
Just like how? I don't know how
Think about Perc' 30s and smile
Since I got some money now, I'm known to throw a couple things
I throw hands, I throw bands
Don't throw in the towel
And I don't throw shade
I'm throwin' them shells if I need it
I'ma throw your heart, bae, I mean it
I'm getting high like Bonaparte
No checking lanes, I'm speedin'
[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma f*ck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon' do the pills like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, hey)
'Cause n*ggas, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
And every season money makin' season
And the broke n*ggas still havin’ cold, cold winter