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clavish - fashion week freestyle lyrics

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[verse]
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told the cat, “only call, stop textin’ the phone”
i’m a laid+back rapper, i don’t get many shows
got link for a hammer, he can get many poles
i put the “l” into lit, so i get many hoes
this ain’t fashion week, i be drippin’ head to my toes
i was young trappin’, didn’t know a z was a o
jailhouse only reason that she left me alone
put her on her fours, now, i got to beg her to go
but, i’ve come a long way, used to re+up on a q of crack
if i’m your favourite rapper, what i rap about, i’m doin’ that
if he done me dirty, then it’s only right i do him back
i had a bit of mag’, they like trap and road, i do the math
my dawg got a five for shottin’ out of town
we livе and learn, he runs it up on the wing
thеre’s n+ggas free livin’
worse, won’t hear me on the—
and i don’t k!ll a verse
call me ray j when it comes to the strip, ’cause i hit it first
first time i robbed the plug, weren’t even a lot
first time i cheffed somethin’ down, it weren’t even a opp
if i dior my feet, naturally i’ll dior my top
i got h+lla reasons why i’m not diorrin’ a f+ck
my grey one could easily be in the only way’s ess+x
when it comes to the shotgun, the only way is pellets
when it comes to my bracelet, the only way is tennis
chest shot, if i’m lackin’, only time i’m gonna leg it
where’s the a+team? i don’t like hanging with the talkers
she’s only gonna bust it for the rapper and the ballers
my n+gga said the line’s slow, he’s finna bleach
outside the party ’til it’s done, and start wrappin’ up the ballers
the yutes that i beef look popped out and miserable
like the spot in c+ckfosters, they need a miracle
tried and yeah they’re onto me, so, mum knows i’m a criminal
n+ggas wanna hit the t, but they ain’t got the minerals
doing positive, now they want to be my cousin
mum used to find food in my room and get to cussin’
put an og on me without pressin’ any b+tton
and we’re still good in the hood, no one ain’t tellin’ us nothing
not a threat in the field if you ain’t touchin’ anyone
them rambos that your swingin’ ain’t touchin’ any lungs
stop lyin’ ’bout shootings, you ain’t touchin’ any drums
said you’ll hold drug money, but ain’t touchin’ any guns
s bust his couple times, but he’s better at stabbin’
hit a l!ck couple times, but i’m better at trappin’
bro said “do it hands off, you’re better at rappin”
i’m mixin’ good with the bad, and it’s making me happy
when me and big homie got the drop, one of a kind
pop doors and start ceffin’ n+ggas one at a time
h+lla rap cappers, but i ain’t one of them guys
my hood will tell you i got more than just one on my knife
gang

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