Mavin records golden boy, Rema releases another hit single titled “FYN” (Fresh Young Nigga) featuring British rapper, AJ Tracey.
With his recent single “Calm Down” taking over the street and buzzing in the air, Rema takes Afrobeats to the world again as he team up AJ Tracey for a new tune tagged “FYN” which stands for Fresh Young Nigga.
Ché Wolton Grant, known professionally as AJ Tracey, is a British rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer. He is from Ladbroke Grove, West London. He rose to popularity in 2016 and was listed by The Guardian in a list of “best new acts to catch at festivals in 2016”.
AJ took the UK scene by storm in 2016, picking up two MOBO nominations and a whole host of industry accolades within months of his self-released debut EP, including selection as one to watch by MTV, Vevo and the BBC Sound Poll.
While anticipating a body of work – Rave & Rose album coming out anytime soon, Rema keep dishing out hits after hits for his fans and music lovers worldwide.
We also put together the official lyrics of the song to vibe along while enjoying the song.
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STREAM REMA – FYN FT. AJ TRACEY OFFICIAL AUDIO
LYRICS
Straight out of BC
We takin’ the sound to the world, you see
They don’t really like me talkin’ my shit like the OG’s did
They hatin’ on me ’cause I’m a
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer (it’s Kel P vibes)
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Wake up in the mornin’ then I cook up in the kitchen
Put some water in the cup, ice freezin’
Seein’ clips from last night intriguin’
I can’t remember that chick I was kissin’
Couldn’t even get her number
Hatin’ ass niggas demma envy
When I dеy with their babe in the VIP loungе
It’s a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero P, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top noch models on my bed side
All white shoes dem’ Off-white
Chat nonsense to me I’ma go offline
Miami beach, chillin’ with the baddest bitch
Fuck her in the west, then I fly her to the south side
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing
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
Cruisin’ in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
Niggas wanna take my life
Yeah, yeah, why?
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing (yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest nigga doin’ this fly shit (Tracey)
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout essentials my nigga (uh)
I’m talkin’ 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 (one time)
Ain’t no askin’ about my lady, you can bet that she’s fine (fine)
Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah (boo-boo)
The Maybach leather came in elephant’s breath
These kinda colours you don’t know unless your earnin’s are blessed (bling-blow)
Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (uh)
Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest (cling, cling)
I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breast
AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest (bling-blow)
You’re hearin’ lies if you ain’t heard, I’m the best
Me and Rema for the remedy to purge you the stress, uh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh
Ain’t nobody fly like me, uh-huh
Spendin’ on expensive shit, uh-huh
Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh
Them never see this kind thing
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga cruisin’ in a Beamer
Fresh young nigga puffin’ on a cigar.
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