DK Got Aura Fasche lyrics
Fasche
DK Got Aura
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Hook:
Why would you ever you get so comfortable
Thinking that she F*ck with you
This is what them b*tches do
(yeah)
Got her dancing to the radio
I would never let you go
But you left me all alone
(Yeah)
They love you, then leave you
And show they ass off
I’m getting money, just hit my trap phone
I’ll keep it a 100, this ain’t a sad song
But I’m getting money, just let my trap phone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
(Don’t let it)
Verse:
Spеaking creole, I’m Fasche with you
Wanna go away with you
Prolly spеnd a day or 2
(Yeah)
I should’ve never even f*ck with you
Lying to a n*gga too
This what them b*tches do
(Yeah)
Sad stories all the same
You was focused on the fame
I was focused on the game
(Sh*t Crazy)
Look
You told me you wanted love
And but you went and give up
We was vibing, not enough
(Not enough)
And I get it
CUz This ain’t the shit you used to
I You used to Call you Bleu too
Music on my Bluetooth
I get it
(what else?)
Cause this ain’t the shit I’m used to
Why would I ever use you?
Told you we should work it out
But you’d rather turn it down
Know these bitches love the clout
I don’t even wanna shout
This something more than nothing
I just hope you figure out
Girl you left in a drought
Girl you left me in a—-
Speaking creole, got me fasche with youuu
I know you hear me, girl why aren’t you near me?
Hook:
Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
Don’t let Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
(Don’t let it)
Why would you ever get so comfortable
Thinking that she F*ck with you
This is what them b*tches do
(yeah)
Got her dancing to the radio
I would never let you go
But you left me all alone
(Yeah)
Why would you ever you get so comfortable
Thinking that she F*ck with you
This is what them b*tches do
(yeah)
Got her dancing to the radio
I would never let you go
But you left me all alone
(Yeah)
They love you, then leave you
And show they ass off
I’m getting money, just hit my trap phone
I’ll keep it a 100, this ain’t a sad song
But I’m getting money, just let my trap phone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
(Don’t let it)
Verse:
Spеaking creole, I’m Fasche with you
Wanna go away with you
Prolly spеnd a day or 2
(Yeah)
I should’ve never even f*ck with you
Lying to a n*gga too
This what them b*tches do
(Yeah)
Sad stories all the same
You was focused on the fame
I was focused on the game
(Sh*t Crazy)
Look
You told me you wanted love
And but you went and give up
We was vibing, not enough
(Not enough)
And I get it
CUz This ain’t the shit you used to
I You used to Call you Bleu too
Music on my Bluetooth
I get it
(what else?)
Cause this ain’t the shit I’m used to
Why would I ever use you?
Told you we should work it out
But you’d rather turn it down
Know these bitches love the clout
I don’t even wanna shout
This something more than nothing
I just hope you figure out
Girl you left in a drought
Girl you left me in a—-
Speaking creole, got me fasche with youuu
I know you hear me, girl why aren’t you near me?
Hook:
Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
Don’t let Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting my line
Don’t let it Ring, ring, ring, ring, hitting decline
(Don’t let it)
Why would you ever get so comfortable
Thinking that she F*ck with you
This is what them b*tches do
(yeah)
Got her dancing to the radio
I would never let you go
But you left me all alone
(Yeah)
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