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f-o-sachi - sme taxfree lyrics

[intro]
that’s versace you steppin’ on
versace?
you can’t spell versace?
fo*sachi
f, o
huh, ah

[verse]
f*o*sachi, i don’t owe n0body
all that fat foreign sh*t, yeah, that’s us in the lobby
f*ckin’ b*tches, that’s my hobby
boy, i’m icy like a hockey, told my jeweler hit it, rocky
i don’t know her nationality, i just know she call me papi
i can’t find my phone in ’em, boy, both my pockets sloppy
we’ve been drinkin’ all this trish’ ’cause we can’t find no wock’
they a distro in cali, then i bet they know about me
ooh*wee, this b*tch fast, i just threw this b*tch in sport
tried to throw my bag in the trunk and forgot i was in a porsche
boy, this motor in the back, n*gga, yours in the front
in the louis store in cali tryna buy some louis shorts
boy, you n*ggas too poor
you know ballin’ ain’t a crime, but i treat it like a sport
twenty racks for these buffies, louis wearin’ rich dork
eatin’ tomahawk steaks, use my knife with my fork
where the b*tter at?
i met your b*tch house, the key under the floormat
wanna wanna get paid, this the format
eighty yings straight from cali, where your door at?
that’s a robot, that ain’t no regular floor vac’
i can’t f*ck with you n*ggas
i be tryna backdoor, but my front open, n*gga
but my neck full of chains like i put some tokens in it
buy a super*charged range and drive down locust in it
my main b*tch said she won’t leave me, ain’t no f*cks given
on my head say they need me so they gon’ keep spinnin’
they want me to drop again, boy, i must be spittin’ venom
amiris cost a lil’ g but i could squeeze a thirty in ’em
still wearin’ denim tears? boy, that’s some cheap denim
i don’t wanna put it on me just ’cause levis did it
i was just in the county, three sepi, n*gga
couple n*ggas d*ck suckin’, probably three five n*ggas
i’d still be the man if i was three*five, n*gga
boy, this rollie on my wrist cold, make a n*gga shiver
i’ve been sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, i can’t get up off the sh*tter
catch an eight every week, prayin’ it don’t f*ck with my liver
[outro]
ahh
stomach hurt, n*gga, i be catchin’ so much juice, n*gga, gettin’ this sh*t every week, n*gga
i got scripts
script, script, script, script, script, n*gga, i’m the doctor on my baby
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me with this sh*t, n*gga, on my baby, get to talkin’ crazy, n*gga, just listen

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