FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) is a brand new music mp3 song by a highly regarded Nigerian musician, and composer, Rema ft Aj Tracey and this amazing audio and lyrics is available for download.
The Mavin Records vocalist did his debut collaboration as a singer to spice things up, enlisting the energies of British rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer Ché Wolton Grant, better known as AJ Tracey, who flavored the new track with a great verse and beautiful flows.
The mesmerizing new hit song is taken from Rema’s soon-to-be-released debut album “Ravers and Roses,” which has been anticipated for over a year. The singer previously released a song from the album titled “Calm down,” released a few weeks ago.
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LYRICS
Straight out of BC
We takin’ the sound to the world, you see
They don’t really like me talkin’ my shit like the OG’s did
They hatin’ on me ’cause I’m a
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer (it’s Kel P vibes)
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Wake up in the mornin’ then I cook up in the kitchen
Put some water in the cup, ice freezin’
Seein’ clips from last night intriguin’
I can’t remember that chick I was kissin’
Couldn’t even get her number
Hatin’ ass niggas demma envy
When I dеy with their babe in the VIP loungе
It’s a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero P, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top noch models on my bed side
All white shoes dem’ Off-white
Chat nonsense to me I’ma go offline
Miami beach, chillin’ with the baddest bitch
Fuck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing
Yes, I’ma fresh young nigga
Celebrity crush in my villa
Take off her skirt and I give it to her
Raw, raw, raw
She want it raw, raw, raw
She said don’t stop, stop, stop
She like it when I hit it from the bottom to the top
Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride
Cruisin’ in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
Niggas wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing (yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest nigga doin’ this fly shit (Tracey)
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout essentials my nigga (uh)
I’m talkin’ about the penthouse or the Arabic villa (that one)
Or the fresh Cuban cigars with the cannabis filler (woah)
I’m on a different kind of time (that’s right)
I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks and hit it with the lime (one time)
Ain’t no askin’ about my lady, you can bet that she’s fine (fine)
Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah (boo-boo)
The Maybach leather came in elephant’s breath
These kinda colours you don’t know unless your earnin’s are blessed (bling-blow)
Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (uh)
Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest (cling, cling)
I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breast
AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest (bling-blow)
You’re hearin’ lies if you ain’t heard, I’m the best
Me and Rema for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
