6ix9ine ft Nicki Minaj lyrics Fefe

"FEFE"
(feat. Murda Beatz, Nicki Minaj)

[6ix9ine:]
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
[Baka:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!

[6ix9ine:]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker, hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it's free, free
I don't even know like "Why I did that?"
I don't even know like "Why I hit that?"
All I know is that I just can't wife that
Talk to her nice so she won't fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon' do ya
Niggas say they killin' people, but I really fuckin' do it

I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

[Nicki Minaj:]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I'm from New York, so I'm cocky, say he fuckin' with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi', keep this pussy in Versace
Said I'm pretty like Tinashe
Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay's
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, "Yo, how'd it taste?"
(Yo, how'd it taste?!)

[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can't get yo shit back, in fact this that bitch
That "I hate small talk, I don't fuck with chit-chat"
AC just stopped workin', so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back, come through rockin' fashions
That got all these bitches like "Yo, what's that?"

[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
[Nicki Minaj:]
I don't really want no friends, no

[6ix9ine (Nicki Minaj):]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don't really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won't see that bitch again
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don't care
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

Thanks to Dylan Carruthers for correcting these lyrics.

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Tim Gomringer, Shane Lindstrom, Daniel Hernandez, Kevin Gomringer, Andrew Green

"FEFE" was released on July 22, 2018. The song was written by Murda Beatz, Cubeatz, Andrew Green, 6ix9ine and Nicki Minaj.

The Willy Wonka inspired music video was released a few hours after the song's release.

6ix9ine collabs with Nicki Minaj and Murda Beatz on his latest track “FeFe.” The self-proclaimed King of New York and Queen Nicki aren’t looking for friends because their eyes are on the prize.

Minaj drops hip-hop shout-outs to A$AP Rocky and Tinashe as the SoundCloud rapper addresses his need for casual sex in a tune that has more of a flow to it than his typically vigorous raps.

It’s fuckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that Super Soaker, hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free, free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really fuckin’ do it

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

He-he tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky, I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he fuckin’ with my posse, copped me Chloé like Kardashi’
Keep this pussy in Versace, said I’m pretty like Tinashe
Put-put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?)

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo shit back
In fact this that bitch that
“I hate small talk, I don’t fuck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’
So they hit me, told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t fuckin’ me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won’t see that bitch again
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t fuckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!
 

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Written by: Onika Tanya Maraj, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Daniel Hernandez