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fashionist - #fuckyalungsup lyrics

[pre_chorus]
b_tch
yeah, yeah, f_ck
shout out my brother, keep flippin’ that pack
play with a n_gga, he gettin’ you whacked (pop_pop)
pop out in london get a n_gga shanked
i’m wit’ my brother gettin’ to that bag (shut the f_ck up, n_gga)

[chorus]
that n_gga ryuin tried to run up on me
we left a fat n_gga in the street
we put a f_ck n_gga in the sheets
why these n_ggas f_ckin’ playing with me
f_ck you, f_ck them, n_gga, hate on me
this n_gga so gay, why he bouncin’ on meat
i could never hang with no lame ass n_gga
should of saw n_gga been talkin’ on me
b_tch ass boy been walkin’ on me
and i got rick owens all on my tee
n_ggas so mad they all tryn’ eat (ry_)
ryuin mad, he just tryn’ feast
i count my check, make money, repeat
you a lil’ sad, you can’t even see
n_ggas want war, yeah, they want beef
n_ggas want war, yeah_ (sh_t)
[verse 1]
pull up wit’ chops, n_gga got that ‘k
ryuin got pole, but he gay
ryuin got pole, but he ain’t got sh_t
n_gga that’s yo’ dad’s stick
every picture, i see yo’ fat ass lips
run from the cops, man i’m dashin’ it
b_tch, i don’t need to be passionate
got a b_tch, that call me fashionist
yo’ hoe on me, b_tch, i’m smashin’ it
i count the racks, b_tch, i’m bagging it
i count the racks, b_tch, i’m_ (aye)

[verse 2]
two hoes, like, two guns
smoke gas, f_ck yo’ lungs up
i been, motherf_ckin’ balling, on these n_ggas, they suck
both hoes, hit my phone, callin’, i’m just tryn’ see us f_ck
all these n_ggas think they is, you not, better, out of luck
watch out, you gettin’ baited, b_tch boy, finna’ get slumped
talk sh_t, you get caught up (run up, run up, run up, run up)

[verse 3]
run up, you get f_cked up, ryu’ a lil’ ass twink
i smoke, premium stuff, talk sh_t, you getting jumped
b_tch i_ b_tch i do (i’m like)
what’s the move
i’m like what you sayin?
glock 19 tucked on the waistband
n_ggas talk sh_t, want me act cool
hop out the van, i’m sprayin’
hit that hoe, real quick
n_ggas be talkin’ no debating
[pre_chorus]
b_tch
yeah, yeah, f_ck
shout out my brother, keep flippin’ that pack
play with a n_gga, he gettin’ you wacked (pop_pop)
pop out in london get a n_gga shanked
i’m wit’ my brother gettin’ to that bag (shut the f_ck up, n_gga)

[outro]
what, aye, b_tch
f_ck ryuin, n_gga

- fashionist

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