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fashionist - fn lyrics

[chorus]
his hoe on me, she tryin’ to f+ck
pull up with racks, pull up with guns
flex all my racks, flex all my stuff
why you on d+ck, that boy, he suck
pull up to cemetery, pass through, bruh
he talkin’ sh+t, bro, he ain’t none
you pull up talk sh+t, you get gunned

[verse 1]
i’m with dreamnote, i’m finna talk my sh+t
he thought he was my bro, but he get hit
how you gon’ talk sh+t on me, but you a b+tch
f+ck this lil’ ho’ on me, she want spit

[verse 2]
pull up, drop a 20+bag on a f+ck n+gga
he talkin’ sh+t on his dad, but who made yo’ bag, f+ck n+gga
all you n+ggas be so ass, they ain’t in my class, f+ck n+gga
i used to be the n+gga stuck in his own bag, lil’ n+gga
i’m with dreamnote, n0body do this sh+t like me, yeah
brand new bags on me, yeah, cop a new jag, on me, yeah
i’m like nice to meet ya, i just made this bag ho’, i do not do features
[chorus]
his hoe on me, she tryin’ to f+ck
pull up with racks, pull up with guns
flex all my racks, flex all my stuff
why you on d+ck, that boy, he suck
pull up to cemetery, pass through, bruh
he talkin’ sh+t, bro, he ain’t none
you pull up talk sh+t, you get gunned

[verse 1]
i’m with dreamnote, i’m finna talk my sh+t
he thought he was my bro, but he get hit
how you gon’ talk sh+t on me, but you a b+tch
f+ck this lil’ ho’ on me, she want spit

- fashionist lyrics

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