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[The Inter Milan Ultras:] Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Kanye West:] I done had too many friends that died Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive She told you I ain't had it, but she lied
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
She givin' blowjobs and I applied She said she starvin', order her some fries Then I ate the breast, then the thighs Then I gave the rest to the guys You was typin' crazy out your mind This is not a typo, we reply Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Pray on our enemies when we dine We just hope the feds take a bribe Only one gon' walk away when we collide Twenty thousand dollars, fuckin' mine Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes They offered blowjobs and I applied They all starvin', order them some fries Then I lick the breast, then the thighs
Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Ty Dolla $ign:] Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot Five percent the tint with no top They love me in my city like I'm Pac Remember when we used to window shop? Now I just whipped the Porsche to the malls Ye copped me the chain with the cross Had to throw some hundos in the wash Baby, take a seat and take it off So much ice on me, I can't defrost Where them at that was sayin' I fell off?
Boy, don't play with me, you know I— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[The Inter Milan Ultras:] Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Letra de Fried
[The Inter Milan Ultras:] Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Kanye West:] I done had too many friends that died Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive She told you I ain't had it, but she lied
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
She givin' blowjobs and I applied She said she starvin', order her some fries Then I ate the breast, then the thighs Then I gave the rest to the guys You was typin' crazy out your mind This is not a typo, we reply Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Pray on our enemies when we dine We just hope the feds take a bribe Only one gon' walk away when we collide Twenty thousand dollars, fuckin' mine Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes They offered blowjobs and I applied They all starvin', order them some fries Then I lick the breast, then the thighs
Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[Ty Dolla $ign:] Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot Five percent the tint with no top They love me in my city like I'm Pac Remember when we used to window shop? Now I just whipped the Porsche to the malls Ye copped me the chain with the cross Had to throw some hundos in the wash Baby, take a seat and take it off So much ice on me, I can't defrost Where them at that was sayin' I fell off?
Boy, don't play with me, you know I— Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
[The Inter Milan Ultras:] Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh