Fun Guy lyrics

by

Pradabagshawty



{Intro}
Yo, huh, what
(Ye-yea Cxto)
Yea, mmmyeaaa
Gang!
What?

{Chorus}
Young n*gga sh*t, I got mob ties
Young n*gga slide, we all slide
I be so muf*ckin' high when I walk in the building she think 'ima fun guy, okay (no cap!)
b*tch 'ima fun guy (no cap!)
f*ck is you talking about? (brrrr)
I'm having pounds of exotic (exotic)
Go tell yo' friends about it (yo' friends)
Don't tell yo' plug about it (yo' plug)
He know I took it 'prolly (heh, I took it)
They know we get this sh*t poppin' (no cap)
Young n*gga scammin' and robbin' (yea)
She suck the di*k while I'm drivin' (brrr)
She told me don't say nun about it
Really wan' cut the hoe off, she keep f*ckin wit' my potna, but I am in love with her body (ew)

Stay down, take off like a rocket (ew, ew)
Addicted to percs, can't fight it (perc)
Why would you run from my 'fye? (why would you run?)
I popped the last n*gga who tried it (yea, I popped him)
Push up with the stick, don't bite (brrr)
You know the young n*gga gone bite back (don't try it)
Bit' let me f*ck first night, I ain't even know you was like that
I had to di*k the ho' down, I hit from the side, she went and told everybody
Young Pradabag like to slide, I'm using my mind, drilling my favorite hobby
Young n*gga took the plug down, go tell all yo' friends, exotic for everybody
She like to get off the perc, she just wanna f*ck, she ride it like Kawasaki

Ride on the di*k like a fun girl
She wanna f*ck with a real slime
OxyContin, OxyContin, I'm off these drugs I feel fine
She let a real n*gga hit from behind
I need ya' brain, b*tch give me ya' mind (gimme ya mind!)
Glock switch, shots fyed (brrrrr)
{?}, it's a Glock Nine (nine)
Push up, strip that boy down, we made that boy dance, he just like a fun guy (fun guy)
She going round after round, she popped her a xan, dis bit' do not get tired (fun guy, fun guy)
I wanna cut the ho' off, she f*ckin wit' my twin, but she just keep coming back (fun guy, fun guy)
I wanna say, "Goodbye" to this b*tch, but she got an ass so fat (fun guy, fun guy)

{Chorus}
Young n*gga sh*t, I got mob ties (fun guy)
Young n*gga slide, we all slide (fun guy)
I be so muf*ckin' high when I walk in the building she think 'ima fun guy, okay (yo, fun guy)
b*tch 'ima fun guy (no cap!)
f*ck is you talking about? (on god!)
I'm having pounds of exotic (no cap)
Go tell yo' friends about it (on god)
Don't tell yo' plug about it (on god)
He know I took it 'prolly (on god)
They know we get this sh*t poppin'
Young n*gga scammin' and robbin'
She suck the di*k while I'm drivin'
She told me don't say nun about it
Really wan' cut the hoe off, she keep f*ckin wit' my potna, but I am in love with her body
Ride on the di*k like a fun girl (fun girl)
She wanna f*ck with a real slime (fun guy)
OxyContin, OxyContin, I'm off these drugs I feel fine (fun guy, I am fine)
She let a real n*gga hit from behind (hit from behind)
I need ya' brain, b*tch give me ya' mind (gimme ya mind)
Glock switch, shots fyed (shots fyed)
{?}, it's a Glock Nine (Glock nine)
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