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reject - fashionist lyrics

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[pre*chorus]
aye, aye, yeah
drop my bands, talking ’bout money? it’s it
talkin’ ’bout money, we get it (yeah)
he talk sh*t, regret it (yeah, yeah)
y’all broke, sh*t upsetting (yeah, yeah)
when that boy talk, send ’em to heaven (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
b*tch, f*ck n*gga get blocked, he a reject
he talk that sh*t, get rejected
cop a check, f*ck n*gga, i left it (yuh)
thirty bands, hangin’ from my neck, b*tch (yuh)
thirty bands, hangin’ from my neck, b*tch
all my n*ggas moving h*lla reckless (yuh)
had to check a bag up off my checklist (yuh)
foreign whip, how i’m ‘sposed to wreck this?
foreign b*tch, top me till she neckless
after her, i move on to the next b*tch
cut her off, and took her off my friends list (yeah)

[post*chorus]
i don’t care, i don’t even need none
hit the pen, hit the blunt, greening
b*tch belly big, how she eatin’ (uh, uh, yeah)
my n*ggas trap and we schemin’ (uh, uh)
my n*ggas trap, we gon’ leave you
big bullets, you not see*through
all you n*ggas feds, we don’t need you
why these n*ggas tryna be like me
is it hard, n*gga? be like you
p*ssy n*gga, like be yo’ self
i’m with imsg, countin’ up kale, yeah
they done stacked yo’ li’ ass on a shelf
p*ssy n*gga, i been to myself
bands touch*down like nfl
like, why they talking on me?
i’m not tryna go to jail, yeah
[pre*chorus]
aye, aye, yeah
drop my bands, talking ’bout money? it’s it
talkin’ ’bout money, we get it (yeah)
he talk sh*t, regret it (yeah, yeah)
y’all broke, sh*t upsetting (yeah, yeah)
when that boy talk, send ’em to heaven (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
b*tch, f*ck n*gga get blocked, he a reject
he talk that sh*t, get rejected
cop a check, f*ck n*gga, i left it (yuh)
thirty bands, hangin’ from my neck, b*tch (yuh)
thirty bands, hangin’ from my neck, b*tch
all my n*ggas moving h*lla reckless (yuh)
had to check a bag up off my checklist (yuh)
foreign whip, how i’m ‘sposed to wreck this?
foreign b*tch, top me till she neckless
after her, i move on to the next b*tch
cut her off, and took her off my friends list (yeah)

[post*chorus]
i don’t care, i don’t even need none
hit the pen, hit the blunt, greening
b*tch belly big, how she eatin’ (uh, uh, yeah)
my n*ggas trap and we schemin’ (uh, uh)
my n*ggas trap, we gon’ leave you
big bullets, you not see*through
all you n*ggas feds, we don’t need you
why these n*ggas tryna be like me
is it hard, n*gga? be like you
p*ssy n*gga, like be yo’ self
i’m with imsg, countin’ up kale, yeah
they done stacked yo’ li’ ass on a shelf
p*ssy n*gga, i been to myself
bands touch*down like nfl
like, why they talking on me?
i’m not tryna go to jail, yeah

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