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armani west - fancy (fancier) lyrics

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[intro]
he gon’ beat this coochie up, ya, he beat it up, ya
he gon’ beat this coochie up, up
(mani montana, b+tch)

[chorus]
tell that b+tch i’m fancy
hunnid’ bands up in my panty
go and catch a tan, do a dance
twerk in my pajammies
and these b+tches don’t want beef, so they askin’ for the hammy
and i never really cared, i ain’t tryna meet yo mami

[verse 1]
if yo b+tch bad lemme see you throw some bands on her
and i never was a hater
but these b+tches need some toner
and i rather be away from these n+ggas, like a loner
when i walk up in the room, all thesе n+ggas gettin’— (ha)
when i say he trickin’ on mе, i don’t mean manipulation
everday it be a movie, while y’all b+tches ill+strations
you be lying on yo’ grave, b+tch you fake like animation
all you wanna do is talk, but i left the conversation
b+tch, i feel like avatar, hotter than the fire nation
i be quick to take a trip, so i guess i’m on vacation
and i told him i was french, but he say that i’m jamacian
and he say he tryna spend, but he need some motivation, so i
[chorus]
tell that b+tch i’m fancy
hunnid’ bands up in my panty
go and catch a tan, do a dance
twerk in my pajammies
and these b+tches don’t want beef, so they askin’ for the hammy
and i never really cared, i ain’t tryna meet yo mami, n+gga

[verse 2]
(ay, ay)
it’s armani west, comin’ for you like i’m freddy
and i keep a check, but my shoes givin’ [?]
it’s already wet, but my hands [?]
beat+beat a b+tch down, right with the top down and i’m pretty
so now his favorite color dark brown
go to town, he can pound, unless he count pounds
he a dog, i play with him and take him to the [?]

[bridge]
go mani montana, go mani montana
do your dance, do your dance, twerk in your pajamas
shake that ass, b+tch, and go throw it back on camera
and you don’t need a man to give you sh+t, so f+ck santa
go mani montana, go mani montana
do your dance, do your dance, twerk in your pajamas
shake that ass, b+tch, and go throw it back on camera
and all you haters mad, but i believe in you like santa
[pre+chorus]
oh, you fancy, huh? oh, you fancy, huh?
oh, you fancy, huh? oh, you fancy, huh? (boy, show it, yes)
i’ma fancy girl, watch me do my fancy dance
i’ll make a hundred bands, then i spend it all again, then i—
oh, you fancy, huh? oh, you fancy, huh?
oh, you fancy, huh? oh, you fancy, huh? (boy, show it, yes)
i’ma fancy girl, watch me do my fancy dance
i’ll make a hundred bands, then i spend it all again, then i

[chorus]
tell that b+tch i’m fancy
hunnid’ bands up in my panty
go and catch a tan, do a dance
twerk in my pajammies
and these b+tches don’t want beef, so they askin’ for the hammy
and i never really cared, i ain’t tryna meet yo mami, n+gga

[outro]
armani west
huh, he gon’ beat this coochie up, up (f+ck)
he gon’ beat this— (the f+ck?)
armani west comin’ soon
b+tch, i’m finna broke your n+gga
b+tch, it’s past noon



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