Picnic
• Written by Fedy
I take my baby on a picnic
but we ain't eating food
we smokin dank shit
outside in the sunlight
getting high, living right
pipe of science, Bill Nye
We smoking king size papers
grams on top of grams
cigarillos with the flavors
love for my fans but more love for my haters
pulling down her thong
fuck her in the rear to the beat of the song
King Fedy that's my name
I'm king of the game
get paper get girls but I'm chasing the fame
you rappers lame
call yourselves players you be loosing every game
on a picnic with your girl and she giving me brain
Haha on a picnic
happy like its Christmas
my girls body so fit
she naked when she feel this
I do this, go foolish, who this, my new bitch
Black Blanca chaser
weed brownies I'm the baker
used to be a skater
now I'm in draper
call yourselves players man yall just haters
got a girl named Taylor
she go wild if I pay her
straight thug pimp Sayers
take her to the party
limousines like the mayor
always ballin like a Pacer
street header paper chaser
just a stranger lone ranger
bitches try and kill me till I resurrect in a manger
the new son of god
or whatever he's called
sometimes a demon dropping bombs
sometimes an angel keeping guard
evolved from the hard card I play
every time I pray this time pay
and one I day ill say I made it
(haha)
king Fedy with the misfit shit
pack the bowl then I take another hit
(haha)
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Fedy
Member since April 16 2014