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10kkev - citi trends lyrics

citi trends lyrics
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sweater covered in f’s, they remind me of my transcript
my track stylist chose what i wore today, it was handpicked
fendi bookbag, fendi tee, too
look at the c’s on yo’ buffs, i can tell them b+tches fu’
stomp out a n+gga leg and break his sh+t with these triple f’s
f+ckin’ with some white b+tches, they tryna get me to do crystal meth
did a check deposit for ten thousand, through tcf
sold some g before, i told him it was peanut b+tter breath
got over on this fool once again
i’m tired of n+ggas actin’ like they swipe, when they work at citi trends
’bout to check my distrokid, i know a couple thousand waitin’
a n+gga sayin’ that i’m broke, thats an outrageous statement
same n+gga living in his grandmothers bas+m+nt
can’t keep up with all the e+mails i’m gettin’, i need an agent
just found out the plug is a undercover agent
got tired of n+ggas sleepin’ on me so the beast awakened
wanna know one thing, i’m never sober
a mag on each hip, f+ck a holster
when i up, it’s gon’ be dual wield
pull up, box you in and leave your brains on the steering wheel
left my old b+tch ’cause the relationship was toxic
n+gga mad at me ’cause he ain’t got sh+t in his pocket
why one of my opps like a picture of a transgender?
tied in, i’m cool with drug dealers and the gang members
when detroit get boring, i get on a flight
when the jugg ’bout to send his money, i be so polite
then i block they ass and leave ’em heartbroken
my head going in this bank to collect ten soon as that b+tch open
n+ggas rappin’ ’bout condos but living in a trailer
drive a old rusty pickup truck, that b+tch look like mater
if i got caught in that, i’d be embarrassed
i got the paperwork, this n+gga talkin’ to the sheriff
responded to yo’ b+tch dm and she was starstruck
your whip old as h+ll, it be clanking tryna start up
junk that b+tch, it’s over with
how you expect to pull females in that piece of sh+t?
i shoot this glock like a trained assassin
you better ask about the time i saw a dog up in mr. alan’s
0.00, i just read yo’ balance
spent nineteen+hundred on a pint, then poured it in a gallon
threw a party and i put lean in the punch bowl
he walked in with reebok sneakers on and we said “i got a question for you, what are those!”
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so good
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