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Fiji Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Young Reckless
Length: 2:47
Written by: Luis Lopez Dorado




Lil Young Reckless - Fiji Lyrics




F*ckin on yo girl (man) I call her Kylie Jenner
Beating up that pussy the bihh, getting wetter
Getting to my money (n***a) that's my cheddar
N***a rock around with da f*ckin the Gucci sweater

Gucci on the waist
All up in the paper-chase
You the type of n***a that don't keep up
With the pace
I'm the type of n***a that aim at face
But I won't do the race, because there is no case

Young migo came up, but never ever changed up
Young n***a, always keep it one hunnid
I be ridin around wit n****s, that be gunnin
You the pussy n***a that never ever say nun
I be the one, that be always stunting
Lets make some work, keep the trap house jumpin
Work on a fast pace, the money be comin
N***a, shut the f*ck up with all f*ckin bluffin

Young migo, you know where I would be
In da kitchen, call me Chef Boy-ardí
I'd be holding it down, for the 9-0-3
Ask about Reckless, they'd be knowing about me

Young n***a better pay the fee if he tryna rap
Yo girl giving me top, so she won't call you back
I don't really wanna hear all that, chitty-chat
Reppin that L3 (man) wear that white n black

Coming from that Texas, codeine's all I'm sippin
Benjis they so blue, but n***a ain't crippin
Smoking moon rocks, but a migo ain't trippin
Designer is all wear, a migo that be drippin
In da f*ckin kitchen, you know that water-whippin
Beat yo ass up , leave you all limpin
I'm a Texas playa, it's that street pimpin
Throw that H-Town, everyone be wood-grippin

Aye, aye, got that dirty soda, im a soulja
Backwood full-of-that-f*ckin dojua
Came up, from that motha-f*ckin ex-posua
Like a n***a said, "I already told ya"

Aye, got dat diamonds dancing, got that, V-V
F*ckin on yo bad bihh, call her Ri-Ri
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji

I'm the type of n***a that pull up in a Benz
I'm the type of n***a that never makes amends
Talk about you're my friend till the end
N***a you can't really comprehend what a young migo tryna do
I'm coming from that Texas, R.I.P. to that screw
These n****s f*ck around, get them like a fool
I don't give a damn, gotta be strapped with a tool
Strapped with a f*ckin Glock 9, getting to what's mine
Young n***a staying on all up on my f*ckin grind
All up in my f*ckin zone
You can't really copy me n***a, you can't be no clone
There's only one Reckless
Representing, comin down from that f*ckin Texas

Diamonds on the necklace, you know that shit V-V
F*ckin on yo bad bihh, call her Ri-Ri
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji

Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji
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F*ckin on yo girl (man) I call her Kylie Jenner
Beating up that pussy the bihh, getting wetter
Getting to my money (n***a) that's my cheddar
N***a rock around with da f*ckin the Gucci sweater

Gucci on the waist
All up in the paper-chase
You the type of n***a that don't keep up
With the pace
I'm the type of n***a that aim at face
But I won't do the race, because there is no case

Young migo came up, but never ever changed up
Young n***a, always keep it one hunnid
I be ridin around wit n****s, that be gunnin
You the pussy n***a that never ever say nun
I be the one, that be always stunting
Lets make some work, keep the trap house jumpin
Work on a fast pace, the money be comin
N***a, shut the f*ck up with all f*ckin bluffin

Young migo, you know where I would be
In da kitchen, call me Chef Boy-ardí
I'd be holding it down, for the 9-0-3
Ask about Reckless, they'd be knowing about me

Young n***a better pay the fee if he tryna rap
Yo girl giving me top, so she won't call you back
I don't really wanna hear all that, chitty-chat
Reppin that L3 (man) wear that white n black

Coming from that Texas, codeine's all I'm sippin
Benjis they so blue, but n***a ain't crippin
Smoking moon rocks, but a migo ain't trippin
Designer is all wear, a migo that be drippin
In da f*ckin kitchen, you know that water-whippin
Beat yo ass up , leave you all limpin
I'm a Texas playa, it's that street pimpin
Throw that H-Town, everyone be wood-grippin

Aye, aye, got that dirty soda, im a soulja
Backwood full-of-that-f*ckin dojua
Came up, from that motha-f*ckin ex-posua
Like a n***a said, "I already told ya"

Aye, got dat diamonds dancing, got that, V-V
F*ckin on yo bad bihh, call her Ri-Ri
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji

I'm the type of n***a that pull up in a Benz
I'm the type of n***a that never makes amends
Talk about you're my friend till the end
N***a you can't really comprehend what a young migo tryna do
I'm coming from that Texas, R.I.P. to that screw
These n****s f*ck around, get them like a fool
I don't give a damn, gotta be strapped with a tool
Strapped with a f*ckin Glock 9, getting to what's mine
Young n***a staying on all up on my f*ckin grind
All up in my f*ckin zone
You can't really copy me n***a, you can't be no clone
There's only one Reckless
Representing, comin down from that f*ckin Texas

Diamonds on the necklace, you know that shit V-V
F*ckin on yo bad bihh, call her Ri-Ri
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji

Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji
Feeling like John Cena, a n***a can't see-me
Now I'm drippin all the way to that f*ckin Fiji
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Writer: Luis Lopez Dorado
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