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dasyori - fashionist lyrics lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
they like how you cook that sh+t, i be like, i don’t even know how they like why yo’ name be “fashionist”, i just count up fabric, b—bad hoe like bad b+tch
talkin’ sh+t get, f+ck, talkin’ sh+t get yo’ ass kicked

[verse]
all these n+ggas on d+ck, i just thought i lost it, yeah
this b+tch on my phone, she hit my cellphone
beat that n+gga ass, he won’t leave me ‘lone
in the club, throwin’ cash, [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, dasyori on my jeans, i count my brеad up
new dasyori on my jeans, i count my cheese up
b+tch was on my f+ckin’ d+ck, shе told me please, yeah
all these n+ggas fake and i don’t need them
baby, if you really telling the real, why can’t i leave ya?
babe, if i’m really telling the real b+tch, i don’t need ya’
got scene b+tches on my d+ck, i feel like neisa

[verse]
all these n+ggas on d+ck, i just thought i lost it, yeah
this b+tch on my phone, she hit my cellphone
beat that n+gga ass, he won’t leave me ‘lone
in the club, throwin’ cash, [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, dasyori on my jeans, i count my bread up
new dasyori on my jeans, i count my cheese up
b+tch was on my f+ckin’ d+ck, she told me please, yeah
all these n+ggas fake and i don’t need them
baby, if you really telling the real, why can’t i leave ya?
babe, if i’m really telling the real b+tch, i don’t need ya’
got scene b+tches on my d+ck, i feel like neisa

- dasyori lyrics

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