Phily Skeamz - FTND Lyrics

      

FTND
by Phily Skeamz

Finago
Let's have fun
Got on her fuck that nigga dress
She down for fuck that nigga sex
Only come through when you were stressed though
And when you call you get a text though
Usually I'm onto the next though
But I swear you was just the best though
So many questions she a tester
But you was fucking the Professor let's go

 Type of fit have ya daddy tell you cover up
Finna run it up these fucking bags until the sun is up
Tonight she give no fucks
And her ex her phone was blowing up
Drinks were pouring up
Back shots, but girl don't throw it up
Came equipped with a second fit wonder how she fit
All the hips in that fucking dress she was dummy thick
Better rip if she did the splits she still trying it
Then it lifts and she moon a star we solar eclipse
Your dress got your back out, so I'm a blow ya back out
The club is packed out You wanna act out don't blackout
Become a meme that we laugh 'bout
She wanna wrestle raw three seconds make her tap out
Lotta trust in them straps want no mishaps
When she makes a clap on this lap for ya girl's snap
Looking like a snack finna unwrap
Eat it from the back, her that lame nigga scared of cat
Fuck that nigga

 Got on her fuck that nigga dress
She down for fuck that nigga sex
Only come through when you were stressed though
And when you call you get a text though
Usually I'm onto the next though
But I swear you was just the best though
So many questions she a tester
But you was fucking the Professor let's go

 Got 10 that's from SHEIN and some European
Don't care about the fee it was more who was seeing
Stay VIP-ing that ice got her skiing
Just Vitamin D-ing so my car no keying
Like Moby Dick she dressed for cocktails
Hood and dressed up scale bad like you from jail
Out like you made bail won't fall got a handrail
Issues may fail with attachment like emails
Your fit looks painted on so nigga drawn
Ain't nothing wrong flirting if the nigga money is long
Her favorite song too lit pick her up with tongs
She's moving on new man was Louie Vuitton
That look any girl can't pull off I'll pull off
Hit you like a stain cause I dripped too much sauce
You are what you wear cut from a different cloth
She put you in your place so that nigga lose

 Got on her fuck that nigga dress
She down for fuck that nigga sex
Only come through when you were stressed though
And when you call you get a text though
Usually I'm onto the next though
But I swear you was just the best though
So many questions she a tester
But you was fucking the Professor let's go

 Why you think they call me Philip I give her the hiccups
She feel me all in her tummy like she doing sit-ups yup
Mad at me thinking we might split up
But you gon' end up fucking when you come to pick your shit up yup

 Got on her fuck that nigga dress
She down for fuck that nigga sex
And all I do is just finesse