fashion demon - black fortune lyrics
[intro]
yeah, black
y’all know the motherf*ckin’ vibes
big slime (ah, uh)
[chorus]
i don’t know mr. krabs, but i whip them chanely pearls out (grrt)
my girl like girls, n*gga, don’t get your b*tch turned out (b*tch)
i’m locked in with the plug, we used to meet up at the sherm house (yeah, yeah)
real trap n*gga, i serve that cookie like a girl scout (ah, uh)
i’m a designer fiend (yeah), i don’t rock balmain (nah)
i’m baggin’ up creatine (d*mn), he thought it was cocaine (b*tch)
shawty a bad ting (yeah), but she ain’t got no brain (at all)
i got a light*skinned b*tch with bangs, a vampire b*tch with fangs (yeah, yeah)
[verse]
i got a thick*ass b*tch that sing and i don’t even know her namе (yeah, yeah)
she in thе trap house whippin’ that thing, i beat up the block, liu kang (whip)
i’m in an all*black whip, bruce wayne, she fallin’ asleep off drank (skrrt)
she pop pills to act deranged, the lil’ b*tch goin’ insane (b*tch)
i know a crip*ass b*tch from slauson, i know a rockstar juggin’ from boston (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i bought a new ap and lost it,, n*ggas be dyin’ for their involvement (yeah, yeah, boom)
i’ll hop in a free car, sippin’ on brewski like my name stone cold steve austin (ayy)
remember that time i chased the opp with the arp, i was so exhausted (come here)
i had a brand new pb and j, j found, 12 got behind me and i tossed it (brrt)
b*tch in the b, but i hang with the z skis, i mix the purple with the antibiotic (d*mn)
i rock the sp5der, got so many webs all over my clothes like i know charlotte (for real)
b*tch, i’m a real trap n*gga, you front me that work, then i’m makin’ it flip like i’m jeff hardy (ah, uh)
[chorus]
i don’t know mr. krabs, but i whip them chanely pearls out (brrt, brrt)
my girl like girls, n*gga, don’t get your b*tch turned out (b*tch)
i’m locked in with the plug, we used to meet up at the sherm house (ayy)
real trap n*gga, i serve that cookie like a girl scout (ah, ah, ah, ah)
i’m a designer fiend (yeah), i don’t rock balmain (nah)
i’m baggin’ up creatine (d*mn), he thought it was cocaine (b*tch)
shawty a bad ting (d*mn), but she ain’t got no brain (at all)
i got a light*skinned b*tch with bangs (yeah), a vampire b*tch with fangs
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