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#fuckyalungsup - fashionist 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 lyrics

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