FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) by Rema ft AJ Tracey Meaning, Lyrics and Translation

FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) is a song by Nigerian singer, Rema. He features British rapper and songwriter, AJ Tracey.

What is the song FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) by Rema ft AJ Tracey all about?

“FYN,” is an acronym for Fresh Young Nigga. The artist in the song “FYN,” brag about their lifestyles.

According to them, they live expensive lives, they are flamboyant, extravagant, reckless, promiscuous, purchase luxurious acquisitions, travel around, cruise inside expensive cars; they are living Lavida Loca.

FYN (Fresh Young Nigga) by Rema ft AJ Tracey Lyrics

Intro (Rema)

Straight out of BC

We taking the sound to the world you see

They don’t really like me talking my shit like the OG’s did

They hating on me cause I’ma

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer 

(It’s Kel P vibes)

Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar

Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar

Verse 1

Wake up in the morning then I cook up in the kitchen

Put some water in the cup, ice freezing

Seeing clips from last night intriguing

I can’t remember that chick I was kissing

Couldn’t even get her number

Hating ass niggas dema envy

When I dey with their babe in the VIP lounge

It’s a young boy fresh P star life

Seven zero P, yeah star life

Me and my niggas we dey chop life

Top notch models on my bed side

All white shoes dema off-white

Chat nonsense to me I’ma go offline

Miami beach, chilling with the baddest bitch

F-ck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side

Chorus

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spending on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Them never see this kind thing

Verse 2

Yes I’ma fresh young nigga

Celebrity crush in my villa

Take off her skirt and I give it to her

Raw, raw, raw

She want it raw, raw, raw

She said don’t stop, stop, stop

She like it when I hit it from the

Bottom to the top

Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride

Cruising in the sun side

Fast money, fast life

Niggas wanna take my life

Yeah, yeah, why?

Chorus

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spending on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Them never see this kind thing

Verse 3 (AJ Tracey)

Yeah, yeah

I’m the youngest nigga doing this fly shit (Tracey)

And I ain’t talking ’bout essentials my nigga (Uh)

I’m talking about the penthouse or the Arabic villa (That one)

Or the fresh Cuban cigars with the cannabis filler (Woah)

I’m on a different kind of time (That’s right)

I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks and hit it with the lime 

Ain’t no asking about my lady, you can bet that she’s fine (Fine)

Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah 

The Maybach leather came in elephant’s breath

These kinda colours you don’t know unless your earning’s are blessed 

Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (Uh)

Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest

I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breast

AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest

You’re hearing lies if you ain’t heard, I’m the best

Me and Rema for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh

Chorus

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spending on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Small boy, but I mighty, ahan

Ain’t nobody fly like me, ahan

Spendin’ on expensive shit, ahan

Neck and my wrist icy, ahan

Them never see this kind thing

Outro

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer

Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar

Fresh young nigga puffing on a cigar

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer

Fresh young nigga cruising in a beamer

Duration– 3 minutes 28 seconds

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