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letra de do a show - fashionist

[chorus: gunk]
yeah, i feel like if i didn’t meet you, i would’ve been alright (warning)
told twin, “lock in, it’ll be alright”, yeah (war—)
yeah, yeah, you just make up everything
yeah, f-ck, you just so embarrassing, yeah (war—)
in yo’ hood wearing all black and we do a show
you-you say that yo’ homie, he whacked, i ain’t even know
yeah, yeah, you f-cked up if you let me go
you ain’t gon’ hold me down (warning)

[verse 1: gunk]
yeah, n-ggas keep tryna impress me, ayy
pigs, they tryna arrest me, yeah
up in the crib, i chill wit’ bae
lil’-lil’ girl tryna caress me, ayy
i thank god, i’ma bless it, ayy
i thank god that i’m s-xy, yeah
why is you testin’, ayy?
n-gga, he gеttin’ his head blown off

[verse 2: fashionist]
man, these p-ssy ass n-ggas been said еnough
n-gga, go head, get some bread or sumn
this a real ‘vette or sumn, yeah
i got my cheddar on me
n-gga, i’m a real trendsetter, on me
n-gga got swag, got swag on him
n-gga got swag, look better on me
b-tch, you know i ball, sh-t
b-tch, i own sh-t
b-tch, i been my own clique
yeah, you ain’t own it
b-tch, you lame, i’ve known it
that’s my swag, you stole it
yeah and you know it
i’m wit’ gunk, we tote sh-t
you a b-tch, ain’t know sh-t
got my own clique, b-tch
got my own b-tch, yeah
got my own bl!ck
y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all ain’t tote sh-t
i’m a real n-gga, i’m making them hits
n-gga talk down and we getting ’em hit, yeah
n-gga, i’m gettin’ ’em hit, yeah
n-gga, i’m gettin’ ’em hit, yeah, yeah
(spent like twelve on marni)
spent like twelve on marni
b-tch, i feel like—
b-tch, i— b-tch, i feel like carti
pull up to the party
the hoes and the clothes and the money stay on me
why yo’ main hoe on my phone, tryna call me?
and the racks stand tall
b-tch, the racks stay on me
i got big bank
hope you don’t depend on me
[chorus: gunk]
yeah, i feel like if i didn’t meet you, i would’ve been alright
told twin, “lock in, it’ll be alright”, yeah (warning)
yeah, yeah, you just make up everything
yeah, f-ck, you just so embarrassing, yeah (war—)
in yo’ hood wearing all black and we do a show
you-you say that yo’ homie, he whacked, i ain’t even know
yeah, yeah, you f-cked up if you let me go
you ain’t gon’ hold me down (warning)

[outro: gunk]
(yeah, n-ggas keep tryna impress me, ayy)
(pigs, they tryna arrest me, yeah)
(warning)

- fashionist

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