Fimiguerrero - Son

Lyrics from snippet

{Intro}
Uh, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Come on, (?...)
Come on, come on, lets do it (BNYX)

{Verse}
I can't fold cause I’m somebody's son
Got my swag from my African mum
N***as talkin' (?...), or we’re telling you once (Okay)
If I eat, I ain't leaving no crumbs (None)
We clapped on like we're talkin' drums (Ehh)
And she wanna have fun, she's digging my tongue (Ehh hehn)
We live fast, they know where I'm from (Oh yeah)
Mind your boy, I ain't afraid of the heat (Oh no)
Got my (?...), I can't fuck with the sheep (Oh no)
African and my (?...) and my jeans
You can’t make a fool of me (You can’t make a fool of me)
I won't need security, bro got (?...), my n***a it’s peak (Its peak)
Uh, new b and shе Congolese
I feel like Collin, shе gunnin' for me (Damn)
I want my respect (?...) (Damn)
My story is being a talent
I come from the slums, I woke up in a palace
Yeah, my drink is a (?...), I'm sippin' it up, I’m making it vanish (Uh)
Yeah, you're killing your balance tryna copy, I'm on a whole nother planet
Okay, if I get cold, then I'm gettin' vanished
Okay, if I want it I get it (Uh)
Okay, if I want it I get it
They know how its said, my n***as ain't tellin' (Uh)
I'm getting my (?...), I don't need no credit
Got Giv' horns in my melon
My skin shed brown so they think I'm a felon (Uh)