679 lyrics - Fetty Wap

679

Baby girl, you're so damn fine thoughI'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind thoughI'm sipping on you like some fine wine thoughAnd when it's over, I press rewind thoughYou talking bands, girl, I got itBenjamins all in my pocketI traded in my Trues for some RobinsHe playing Batman, Fetty's gon rob himI got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no .38I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no .38

I'm like, yeah, she's fineWonder when she'll be mineShe walk past, I press rewindTo see that ass one more timeAnd I got this sewed upRemy Boyz, they know usAll fast money, no slow bucksNo one can control usAy, yeaaah baby

Tell me what you seeIs it money or it's me?I smoke twenty, smell the weedI got hunnies in my VThey like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I'm like yeahI got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pairAll you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhereAnd if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhereNow go say somethingDon't you niggas play dumbYou know where we came fromYou don't want sauce, no A1

She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mineShe ain't nothing like them bimbosIf you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up hereBlowing, pluck it out the windowDJ playing, press rewind, got her singing every timeTake a high note for me girlfriendGot my city looking rude, I ain't Diddy I ain't LoonBut I think I need a girlfriendShe feeling great as I'm talking to herShe a RemyGirl so I'm gon' pursue herI brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip onThousand dollars when I get my tip onI'm off her, asked her if her fatty with itShe said that's all her, got her with the happy feelI'm 'bouta spoil her, got her with the happy feelI'm 'bouta spoil her, oh my

Fetty Wap "679" lyrics

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