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Karaokê 679 - Fetty Wap & Remy Boyz

Esta música é uma versão de 679, popularizada por Fetty Wap

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 95 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Sim

Duração: 03:17 - Visualizar: 01:31

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Ano de lançamento: 2015
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Willie Maxwell II, Brian Anthony Garcia, Angel Luis Jr Cosme, Justin H Pope

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Letra 679

Hey
Hey
Look
Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though
I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though
And when it's over
I press rewind though
Hey, you talking bands girl, I got it
Benjamins all in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
He playing Batman
Fetty's gon' rob him
Hey, I got a Glock in my 'Rari
Hey, seventeen shots no thirty-eight
Hey, I got a Glock in my 'Rari
Seventeen shots
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind to see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Uh, yeah, Monty
Tell me what you see
Is it money or it's me
I smoke twenty smell the weed
I got hunnies in my V
They like Monty can you be my baby daddy
I'm like Yeah
I got Robins on my jeans
You see the wings on every pair
All you see is Remy Boyz
You know my niggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem we could meet up anywhere
Now go say something
Don't you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don't want sauce, no A one
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind to see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Hey, yeah baby
Hey, she a cutie and she fine make me wanna make her mine
She ain't nothing like them bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve we can light and stain up here
Blowing, pluck it out the window
We get playing, press rewind got her singing every time
Take a high note for me, girlfriend
Got my city looking rude
I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon but I think I need a girlfriend
She feeling great as I'm talking to her
She a RemyGirl so
I'm gon' pursue her
I brought a lot of loud lot of Remy to sip on
Thousand dollars when I get my tip on
I'm off her asked her if her fatty real
She said that's all her got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her got, got her with the happy feel
I'm 'bout to spoil her
Oh my
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind to see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Hey, yeah baby

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