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letra de fashion - mg lil bubba & maxo kream

[intro: mg lil bubba]
(do you not get the koncept?)
yeah

[chorus: mg lil bubba & maxo kream]
he ran off on the plug, we held that b-tch-ass n-gga for ransom
i could touch the dope, it disappear, i do magic (voila)
hustle, turn my grind up, we get money, that’s my passion (ching)
smokin’ on designer weed, this weed right here got fashion (yeah)
i can f-ck your granny, i got old-people money (money)
my cousin love himself, it’s up to him, we wouldn’t be nothin’ (get your b-tch ass on)
i passed my dog his first blunt, he woke up to a clucker
she tried to suck my d-ck and kiss me, lil’ b-tch, you disgusting (maxo, maxo, maxo)

[verse 1: maxo kream]
don’t want the ho, i f-cked her throat and sent her to her husband
hе talkin’ sh-t, we made a fl!ck, i sent it to hеr husband (haha)
these levi jeans cost fifteen g’s, the chrome heart out your budget
she like, “when maxo put that d-ck on me, i feel it in my stomach”
ain’t gotta tip her just to trick her, got charisma and i’m handsome
ain’t gotta clique up, forum park cripper, ten toes down, we get sh-t handled
one time, i ran down on the plug and took his drugs, he put his hands up
pack my stick, i up my pole, made him strip, exotic dancer (he bold)

[chorus: mg lil bubba]
he ran off on the plug, we held that b-tch-ass n-gga for ransom
i could touch the dope, it disappear, i do magic (voila)
hustle, turn my grind up, we get money, that’s my passion (ching)
smokin’ on designer weed, this weed right here got fashion (yeah)
i can f-ck your granny, i got old-people money (money)
my cousin love himself, it’s up to him, we wouldn’t be nothin’ (get your b-tch ass on)
i passed my dog his first blunt, he woke up to a clucker
she tried to suck my d-ck and kiss me, lil’ b-tch, you disgusting
[verse 2: mg lil bubba]
yeah, i come up from nothing, made me laugh, it made me chuckle
my dope got my brand, you see the imprint mark from my knuckles
talkin’ to my dog, tell him to spin, he think i’m fussin’
my b-tch be rockin’ louis when we outside like it’s nothin’
touchin’ on my b-tch who reminded of why she love me
that drac’ onside my bed, i’m surprised it’s not under the cover
we supply the streets when i’m ballin’ like david ruffin
ricky that lil’ n-gga, frrah, frrah, call his mother (yeah)

[chorus: mg lil bubba]
he ran off on the plug, we held that b-tch-ass n-gga for ransom (ransom)
i could touch the dope, it disappear, i do magic (voila)
hustle, turn my grind up, we get money, that’s my passion (passion)
smokin’ on designer weed, this weed right here got fashion (yeah)
i can f-ck your granny, i got old-people money (money)
my cousin love himself, it’s up to him, we wouldn’t be nothin’ (get your b-tch ass on)
i passed my dog his first blunt, he woke up to a clucker (clucker)
she tried to suck my d-ck and kiss me, lil’ b-tch, you disgusting (ugh)

- mg lil bubba maxo kream

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