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nyc - fashionist lyrics

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[chorus]
i’m with ve1ns in the f*ck, oh, wait
i’m with ve1ns in the f*cking crib
on that flight b*tch, i’m touchin’ down
smoke that sh*t, b*tch it’s lit right now
all my n*ggas got sticks and mags
big ass stick got a hundred rounds
i pull up to ny, it’s packed lil’ b*tch
i’ll really go jump in that crowd
you buying from me, you get taxed lil’ b*tch
my n*ggas been selling that loud
aye, two twin turbos i’ll smack yo’ sh*t
my n*ggas been packin’ that loud
i’m coolin’, i’m sippin’ on sap lil’ b*tch
my n*ggas smoke wood from the ground (b*tch)

[verse]
all these n*ggas so trash, these n*ggas ass and they bitin’ sounds
but they never making cash, so these n*ggas bite, never breaking down
gucci belt, but i’mma sag ’cause my pockets fat b*tch, i’m moving pounds
you can tell these n*ggas rats, but we gon’ catch them in they f*ckin’ town
n*ggas fake clamin’, said their guns aimin’, but they throwin’ outta f*ckin’ bounds
money makin’ b*tch, i’m nеver changin’ from the neck up, b*tch i’m feelin’ drownеd
it’s invasion i got bullet casings, your loot for the taking, b*tch we staking out
b*tch i’m chasin’ got a sl*t caucasian, she got blow a n*gga like she smokin’ clouds

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