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Fiji Video (MV)




Performed By: Justin Prera
Length: 2:27
Written by: CAMERON PITTS, JORDAN TERRELL CARTER




Justin Prera - Fiji Lyrics




Pinky ring shinin' when I'm sippin' on my double cup
Shorty walkin' with a limp, 'cause she got a bubble-butt
B****** call me scratch, 'cause I'm always lookin' for my nut
Hol' up
Wait, hol' up

I'm a Dior addict, I'm a Fendi fanatic
My b**** ass so fat, couldn't help but to grab it
I'm straight chillin' on a hammock
While you stuck up in traffic
Ah, wait, hol' up
I said hol' up

Said, ""You don't want smoke, you don't want no action,""
You see me flexed up, yeah you see the fashion
Bad b******, yeah that be what I'm smashin'
You see me doing magic, you can call me Percy Jackson

Ok, I'm coolin'
Me and DEADBWEE in the booth
And I got a rose gold grill, I just put my new tooth in
White polo and Dior, I ain't your average student
When the bands talk baby, know that I speak it fluent, ay

Diamonds all on my bracelet
Damn, a n**** too faded
Feelin' like I just made it
Gucci down to the laces

I be rockin' Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all I'm hearin' is talk
Yeah

N***** stole the sauce, now they want the drip
Your b**** lookin' sad
While my b**** is over here lookin' thick
I got a hunnid' racks, yeah I pull up with the clips
I don't aim down sight, yeah I shoot 'em from the hip

You see the drip drop
I just two baddies at my show, they wanna lip lock
Heard she got a man, but all he listen to is hip hop
Shorty want a pretty boy, and I be at the tip top
Shorty want a, hol' up, hol' up
Ay

Came up, boy I told ya, told ya
N***** wanna dap me up, I don't know ya, know ya
Funny how the tables turn, I'm big Soulja, Soulja
Ay

She press play on the art
I don't even drink soda, but I'll sip Wockhardt
I make platinum albums, while you missin' the mark
I'm whippin' in that Ferrari, while you're still in a go-kart
Ay

Yuh
Top up, top down
I came from nothing to something my n****
I pop out
My b**** is stuntin' and f*ckin' whenever I feel down
Ay, yuh
Whenever I feel down

I just VVs
Send a picture if you wanna see me
Two bad b****** for the three-peat
Went across the border I'm in Fiji
Ay, ay
I just VVs
Send a picture if you wanna see me
Two bad b****** for the three-peat
Went across the border I'm in Fiji
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Pinky ring shinin' when I'm sippin' on my double cup
Shorty walkin' with a limp, 'cause she got a bubble-butt
B****** call me scratch, 'cause I'm always lookin' for my nut
Hol' up
Wait, hol' up

I'm a Dior addict, I'm a Fendi fanatic
My b**** ass so fat, couldn't help but to grab it
I'm straight chillin' on a hammock
While you stuck up in traffic
Ah, wait, hol' up
I said hol' up

Said, ""You don't want smoke, you don't want no action,""
You see me flexed up, yeah you see the fashion
Bad b******, yeah that be what I'm smashin'
You see me doing magic, you can call me Percy Jackson

Ok, I'm coolin'
Me and DEADBWEE in the booth
And I got a rose gold grill, I just put my new tooth in
White polo and Dior, I ain't your average student
When the bands talk baby, know that I speak it fluent, ay

Diamonds all on my bracelet
Damn, a n**** too faded
Feelin' like I just made it
Gucci down to the laces

I be rockin' Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all I'm hearin' is talk
Yeah

N***** stole the sauce, now they want the drip
Your b**** lookin' sad
While my b**** is over here lookin' thick
I got a hunnid' racks, yeah I pull up with the clips
I don't aim down sight, yeah I shoot 'em from the hip

You see the drip drop
I just two baddies at my show, they wanna lip lock
Heard she got a man, but all he listen to is hip hop
Shorty want a pretty boy, and I be at the tip top
Shorty want a, hol' up, hol' up
Ay

Came up, boy I told ya, told ya
N***** wanna dap me up, I don't know ya, know ya
Funny how the tables turn, I'm big Soulja, Soulja
Ay

She press play on the art
I don't even drink soda, but I'll sip Wockhardt
I make platinum albums, while you missin' the mark
I'm whippin' in that Ferrari, while you're still in a go-kart
Ay

Yuh
Top up, top down
I came from nothing to something my n****
I pop out
My b**** is stuntin' and f*ckin' whenever I feel down
Ay, yuh
Whenever I feel down

I just VVs
Send a picture if you wanna see me
Two bad b****** for the three-peat
Went across the border I'm in Fiji
Ay, ay
I just VVs
Send a picture if you wanna see me
Two bad b****** for the three-peat
Went across the border I'm in Fiji
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Writer: CAMERON PITTS, JORDAN TERRELL CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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