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Mykki Blanco

Fulani

 

Fulani

(album: Gay Dog Food - 2014)


Baby you know Mykki B hanging out with them hippies
Baby you know Mykki B hanging out with them hippies
Baby you know Mykki B hanging out with them hippies
Baby you know Mykki B hanging out with them hippies

I'm rocking Daisy Dukes
Denim Cinderella
My Kissum boots like your girl just came back from Coachella
Out in Hollywood with a Pakistani nigga
He cook me lots of curry watch my bubble getting bigger
He get that good weed so I call the nigga Kumar
He sing just like Usher so I put his ass on World Star
Know many bar
The wave checking in
Like the white girl at the barbershop
Nah we fittin in

When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
(Water)
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani

Ayo my plug Deenah went Pasadena
Cocaine in the Catalina
My best friend on her period
So the broke niggas she acting meaner
Cocktails on the hillside
Bodyguard like Whitney Houston
That maid serving that fancy tuna
But barbeque call it Asian fusion
All these niggas wanna be gods
Holla at them when I trap hard
Imma be that faggot freak
Bitch it's champagne at your front yard
Coach bags and flip flops
Get the fuck off my site
Spitting loud to the sideline
But them chapped lips and racoon eyes
They got no stress, these cheapskates
7-11 brand cheesesteaks
Caviar on my cartel
I don't eat the shit, it just looks fake
Baby watch in my bathroom
Martha Stewart brand washcloth
Cozy bitch, I'm cozy bitch
Bathrobe girls are they's homies bitch
Yo
I'm like homies bitch
Like
I'm like homies snitch
Nigga
You cain't call I'm rich
Nigga
Ay, ay, ay

When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani
(Water)
When I hit the stage it feel like a tsunami, tsunami
(Water)
I'm feeling Fulani, Fulani

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Oh, na na, na na
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Oh, na na, na na

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