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English Lyrics: “Fanxy Child” by Zico feat. Fanxy Child

Sneak Peek: English lyrics for "Fanxy Child" by Zico featuring Fanxy Child.

“Fanxy Child” by Zico feat. Fanxy Child

(Zico)

Life is what you make of it.
I turn the page earlier than everyone else.
When I was a high school rapper [/referring to the Korean hip hop competition show High School Rapper], I had already worked with Swings and Verbal [/Jint].
Bastards, who couldn’t sense my power and attempted to murder me hastily…
I ignore all of their desperate cries for help and am looking over my next commercial.
Showing off my house is boring. Yeah.
Because I got me. Yeah.
I’m on another level and need to be considerate of your feelings,
so don’t ask me how much I make. “No comment.” Yeah.
Go back to 2014.
No one knew [/how successful I would be]. Behind every plot twist is bias and prejudice [/loosely translated].
I was 24 during Show Me The Money 4,
and I’m 26 during Show Me The Money 6.
The combination of the media and my insight will be a big benefit.
I’ll end all of my awkward and uncomfortable relationships heartlessly,
because wherever the light shines the strongest, there’s always a swarm of cockroaches [/literally, bugs].
You get it Fanxy.

You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
I don’t like your fashion style.
You worked hard, but you still got left behind.

(Dean)

When I take a walk down the street,
the decibel is Everland [/i.e., people scream like they’re at a theme park]. Yeah.
One year, two years. Now, I don’t take vacations anymore.
Oh, yeah. Gentleman,
your girlfriend trembles when she hears my name.
Jealousy is bad for my health. Get away.
My features are dangerous.
Hmm, I killed a lot of rappers on their tracks.
We make, make pancake. Yeah.
I’ll make your face [/literally, nose] flat.
Different R&B. R&B.
I don’t care, it could be mainstream or the indie scene.
It doesn’t matter what system,
because Fanxy, a crew made up of members born in the Year of The Monkey, is too big to fit [/into any system].

(Zico)

You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
I don’t like your fashion style.
You worked hard, but you still got left behind.

(Penomeco)

I’m going to rip it up like a monster. [/It’s in] my DNA.
We were born in 1992—the most delicious. Yummy, yummy.
Don’t judge me before you listen to me. Designer.
Now, wait—wait—wait—wait—wait. That was dangerous.
Oh, yeah. Plagiarism.
F*ck up and get cursed out.
Leave a comment. My big bro Khalifia is the best.
He said that when your fans sing along to your songs, you don’t need to know your own lyrics. He’s right.
I don’t want to be the best. Supreme—preme—preme is cool.
So we slay—we slay—we slay.
Whippin’—whippin’—whippin’.
I feel like I’m [the CEO of] Sonokong Co., Ltd. Nearly two airplanes [/?].
Fanxy, Year of The Monkey. We will go around the world.

(Zico)

You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
I don’t like your fashion style.
You worked hard, but you still got left behind.

(Crush)

Get in my 2411.
My GTS is green, [/seen] from the back seat in the bus.
I’m moving tomorrow. I can see all of the Han River through glass windows.
No more minor. Like this melody, now I’m f*ckin’ major.
Bug-like things flutter, fluttering—fluttering—fluttering.
A place to lay down, I make the bed—make the bed—make the bed—make the bed.
It’s full of sh*t. Because you’re full of sh*t [/?], watch your mouth.
You f*ckboy, Fanxy you. Listen up. The sound of cicadas is recorded in this song.
Sippin’ bottles of champagne.
Let’s open the bottle. No one can f*ck with me.
My friends are my shield.
We play with you all like toys.
My friends stick you on and peel you off.
Sticker—ticker. So f*ckin’ easy.
One inches, two inches, three inches and four… even if we sing 뿌꾸빵, hey,
Fanxy is coming in first place.

(Zico)

You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
You can’t handle Fanxy Child.
I don’t like your fashion style.
You worked hard, but you still got left behind.

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