Paroles de 'FYP (burn book)' par Citizen Queen

Fuck your plan
Fuck your vision for me
Fuck a man with a plan
Fuck ya F.Y

People please
I do not people please
People come people leave
'Cause I won't people please on my knees
I hear the buzz that I’m stingin’ like, like a bumblebee
Only cause my flow so, so, so sickenin' so people sneeze
Don’t take my picture and don't ask me to say fuckin' cheese
Nope I no longer, no longer will fuckin’ people please
People, please
You do not know me
So how could you know what’s best for me
You best believe I'll keep it sweet

Fuck your plan
Fuck your vision for me
Fuck a man who can't stand
When a woman ain't sweet
Fuck your damn
Industry expertise
Fuck a man with a plan
Fuck ya F.Y.P

This ain't no nine to five
Just my entire life
You say: Get with the times
Bitch, ain't you like ninety-five?
Lookin' like that suit and tie
Tied too tight that I just might
Take a second [breathe] cut the ties
I don't do labels so I won't label you bad guy
But if you don't mind ima speak my mind
No read just me all tea and I mean this shit disrespectfully
You do not know me so how could you know what's best for me
You best believe I'll keep it sweet

Keep it one, two, three
Four to the floor
Five rich men to please
Big rats in the race
Eyeing my prize to fuck up my cheese ahh (Damn)
Why ya spend milli' on crafty (Damn!)
Mr. Management feeling trigger-happy? (POW!)
One bullet, pull it, you miss you mince meat
Pretend we besties, next day next please
Miss me with that shit, it's depressing
I'll remind you again I'm a blessing
But before I let you go I’m begging
See me past the one and zeros
This ain't A.I. I suppose

Fuck your plan
Fuck your vision for me
Fuck a man who can't stand
When a woman ain't sweet
Fuck your damn
Industry expertise
Fuck a man with a plan
Fuck ya F.Y

What you did
This ain't new bitch
It ain't news you stay snooze on this cool bitch
Who this?
Tell the truth bitch
How we go from I'm some newbie to you my groupie
(Like why you so obsessed with me?)
God damn from pariah to Mariah
These fake bitches add up to the population of China
(Now they wanna muse me)
If that's how it must be
Wipe the dust clean off my bust please
My name on your tongue is as close as you’re getting to me
Off the goose tonight and I'm feelin' bold
Ever so impolitely pay me in tenfold
And the clocks tickin’ (TikTok, TikTok, tik)
I’m the only reason that your ass got a fucking job
Fuck your plan, fuck your mom
Oh my god fuckin’ men, fuck ‘em all
If I hear opinions from another Jim or Jonathan
Ima make your sorry ass wish you stayed anonymous
I am not a trend, I am not a pretty thing written for a man
But I'll take my pretty girl percent
It's time you paid your fucking rent

Let's talk about camp
My camp can, camp connect
So my camp campaigns my camp on their neck
And they can't complain if camp signs the checks
Then pop champagne, get drunk, forget
We got your receipts, but you bill it back
But not before we say thanks and that’s sad
Anyways this my coronation
It’s a celebration, now clap (Fuck your, yeah, fuck your, fuck your, yeah)
Yeah I ate up this eight
Got writer’s cramp
'Cause my camp can't afford a damn writers camp
And that's camp

Fuck your plan
Fuck your vision for me
Fuck a man who can't stand
When a woman ain't sweet
Fuck your damn
Industry expertise
Fuck a man with a plan
Fuck ya F.Y.P
Fuck your plan
Fuck your shut up and sing
Fuck your idea of
What a woman should be
Fuck your damn, you should listen to me's
Fuck your plan, fuck your plan
Fuck ya F.Y.P

I don't know
No, I was into it, do it again
No, one and done, you know
If you saw it, you saw it
If you heard it, you heard it