F.I.U. lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Hook]
I just got back from LA
Might just go back to the Bay
Forever my heart in the A
Free my bros locked in the cage
I just might bring back the braids
Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane
Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything
My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs

[Verse 1]
All these girls in this club
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
They say Kap G he coming up
Always first place, no runner up
Skating on my rink just like a puck
People wanna say I made it from luck
My fam came here, crossed the border
f*ck your opinion and f*ck Donald Trump
I swear my mind's sick, got the pies yeah
Seen the type of money make you blind sh*t
I ain't signed sh*t, free my partner locked up
They won't let him out, Akon sh*t
I got on Louis Vuitton sh*t
Do it B.I.G., ready to die sh*t
Lately I been on my out of town sh*t
Feelin too on just like Tinashe
I live the life that they wanna live
Every other day I'm with a model b*tch
Annywhere I stand that is a monument
Better catch up, just like the condiment
What I'm throwin work Giuseppes
Right cheek then left cheek
I'ma come see you next week
Sippin' pink like it's Nesquik
[Hook]
I just got back from LA
Might just go back to the Bay
Forever my heart in the A
Free my bros locked in the cage
I just might bring back the braids
Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane
Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything
My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs

[Verse 2]
I might hit the Opera, I might hit Mansion
Ridin' with the tint like I'm going campin'
Where I come from, a lotta sh*t happen
Better quit cappin', better quit schlackin'
Took yo girl yeah that ain't kidnappin'
That's b*tchnappin', and I been tappin'
Gettin' racks on my iPhone, that's a iRack, no Bin Laden
I pull up like Elvis Presley
Shout out all the girls who left me
Invite some ladies over, it's a Full House, you can call me Uncle Jesse
Trash bag full of money, shawty you can just call me Hefty
Kap G under 21 so I guess yo ho tryna molest me
Got no time to vacay
Goin' down like mayday
Every day my payday
Got them bars like PayDay
I kick sh*t, MMA
Lemonade, Chick-fil-A
It's the best, hurricane
Ay Bay Bay, come with me
[Hook]
I just got back from LA
Might just go back to the Bay
Forever my heart in the A
Free my bros locked in the cage
I just might bring back the braids
Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane
Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything
My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
f*ck it up, f*ck it up
All these girls in this club
Throwing 150 dubs
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