Fashion Shit!
Nada
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(My fashion bitch give me fashion tips) (Real DFN shit) Whole lot of money on me I been getting this bread I been running it up (ha) Feel like a zombie I came out the mud In the mud I'm sipping mud with my- (yeah) In the mud I'm sipping mud with my vatas All of my diamonds dancing do the cha cha I'm getting rich it's about time (I'm getting rich) And I been getting chicken no pot pie And I been getting chicken no Popeye's All my niggas bang red like a stop sign (oh yeah) He put on a vest, think he cannot die Put it to the test lil' nigga shots fire (pew) I spent racks all on this fashion shit My fashion bitch give me fashion tips RIP Donny, he crashed the whip I need a mafucking bag in this bitch Walk around in a Burberry coat Mix the Vetements with the Dior Homme I been stacking my money so leave me alone And now bitch is sad I'm never coming home I used to be the one they would make fun of They wanna be me now, ain't that a son of a bitch? I just been smoking dope until the sun up To heal all the pain from losing my brother (bleh) No we not related we got different mothers And I'm sipping lean pour a four in the double (shhh) Bitch I'm getting cake I ain't talking 'bout funnel I put on these clothes and I go- (ah, ah, ah) (I put on these clothes and I go ah) I put on these clothes and niggas be in trouble Better put your lil' bitch on a leash If not, then she running to me (bow, bow, bow) They say money isn't growing on trees If that's the case then why my shit evergreen? I don't need random niggas in my bubble How that boy make a full beard out of the stubble? (uh huh) It hasn't been a full year since I been popping And I had to run it up I didn't have an option Nowadays, niggas copy and paste If you ain't talking money then f*ck out my face And that nigga bad, like he Mike Jack (Mike Jack) And I'm fucking on Jill, so niggas might Jack Tell that bitch to chill, just like an ice pack Let me keep it real, it's not over yet Pop him like a pill, I'm still into that Opps be getting killed, opps be getting whacked I've been doing drills since I was a cat Tell you how you feel when you getting racks Whole lot of money on me I been getting this bread I been running it up (ha) Feel like a zombie I came out the mud In the mud I'm sipping mud with my- (yeah) In the mud I'm sipping mud with my vatas All of my diamonds dancing do the cha cha I'm getting rich it's about time (I'm getting rich) And I been getting chicken no pot pie And I been getting chicken no Popeye's All my niggas bang red like a stop sign (oh yeah) He put on a vest, think he cannot die Put it to the test lil' nigga shots fired I spent racks all on this fashion shit My fashion bitch give me fashion tips RIP Donny, he crashed the whip I need a mafucking bag in this bitch
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