FIFA lyrics

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[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Yeah, yeahhhh
Kickin' sh*t, no Fifa, smokin' on this reefer
His hoe gimme brain, but I ain't talkin' teacher
Ballin' on these n*gga, man, I swear they on the bleachers
Hey, and I know these n*ggas mad at me
Draped up in designer, I'm yo damn daddy
Pull up to the party, old school Caddie
Yeah, pull up to the party with a foreign baddie

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah]
Ayy, b*tch a gold digger lookin' at my pockets
She all up on my di*k because she know I got this
And my n*gga Otto got that pocket rocket
pus*y n*gga try us, we gon' have to pop it
Ayy, groupie b*tches on me, man, I swear they flockin'
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My hoes go both ways, got 'em lip lockin'
Ayy, when they in the trap, bet that pus*y poppin'
Ayy, and I know these n*ggas mad at me
Lookin' at my pockets you can tell I'm happy
Damn, groupies ass b*tch, why the f*ck you grab?
Her man said he's on, but we know he's capping
[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Yeah, yeahhhh
Kickin' sh*t, no Fifa, smokin' on this reefer
His hoe gimme brain, but I ain't talkin' teacher
Ballin' on these n*gga, man, I swear they on the bleachers
Hey, and I know these n*ggas mad at me
Draped up in designer, I'm yo damn daddy
Pull up to the party, old school Caddie
Yeah, pull up to the party with a foreign baddie

[Verse 2: 1GangOtto]

Ayy, yahhhh, lookin' at my kicks, yeah
Walkin' like I’m lit, yeah
All up in my pockets, yeah, I’m talkin' like a brick, yeah
Bad b*tches choosin', yeah, she all up on my di*k, yeah
Ayy, and you know I'll have it my way
If it ain't my way, then it's the highway
Stupid ass b*tch, get out my way
Tryna get my money, stack up my pay

[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
Yeah, yeahhhh
Kickin' sh*t, no Fifa, smokin' on this reefer
His hoe gimme brain, but I ain't talkin' teacher
Ballin' on these n*gga, man, I swear they on the bleachers
Hey, and I know these n*ggas mad at me
Draped up in designer, I'm yo damn daddy
Pull up to the party, old school Caddie
Yeah, pull up to the party with a foreign baddie