TR The Producer - Fiona lyrics

Fiona, Fiona I f** with that green girl I call her Fiona I hold her I sold her When she stresses me out I feel to smoke her Fiona, Fiona I f** with that green girl I call her Fiona I hold her I sold her When she stresses me out I feel to smoke her I f** with Fiona If you got my trap number then your probably a smoker They say that I'm cold on this music ting I swear Hackz is colder Me and D bag up the coke But it ain't coming like cola Because I'm friends with you on twitter That don't mean that I know ya Ive been out dere with my poker Budsdem coming in green, green like Yoda Still, bagging that smelly With a trapqueen around me like I'm Fetty In the morning they call my celly So I don't have time for brekky Man smoke off Fiona Got the room clouded Keep her safe in my pot, back then she was in my trousers f** n***a get your doe up They cat for fiona She stresses everyone out Everyone want smoke her Fiona, why do you smell like that? I couldn't give two sh**s coz you sell like that I put her on the scales and that Because of you I've been in the cells and that Fiona, Fiona I f** with that green girl I call her Fiona I hold her I sold her When she stresses me out I feel to smoke her Fiona, Fiona I f** with that green girl I call her Fiona I hold her I sold her When she stresses me out I feel to smoke her