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fashionist - #fuckyalungsup lyrics

[pre+chorus]
b+tch
yeah, yeah, f+ck
shout out my brother, keep flippin’ that pack
play with a n+gga, he gettin’ you whacked (pop+pop)
pop out in london get a n+gga shanked
i’m wit’ my brother gettin’ to that bag (shut the f+ck up, n+gga)

[chorus]
that n+gga ryuin tried to run up on me
we left a fat n+gga in the street
we put a f+ck n+gga in the sheets
why these n+ggas f+ckin’ playing with me
f+ck you, f+ck them, n+gga, hate on me
this n+gga so gay, why he bouncin’ on meat
i could never hang with no lame ass n+gga
should of saw n+gga been talkin’ on me
b+tch ass boy been walkin’ on me
and i got rick owens all on my tee
n+ggas so mad they all tryn’ eat (ry+)
ryuin mad, he just tryn’ feast
i count my check, make money, repeat
you a lil’ sad, you can’t even see
n+ggas want war, yeah, they want beef
n+ggas want war, yeah+ (sh+t)
[verse 1]
pull up wit’ chops, n+gga got that ‘k
ryuin got pole, but he gay
ryuin got pole, but he ain’t got sh+t
n+gga that’s yo’ dad’s stick
every picture, i see yo’ fat ass lips
run from the cops, man i’m dashin’ it
b+tch, i don’t need to be passionate
got a b+tch, that call me fashionist
yo’ hoe on me, b+tch, i’m smashin’ it
i count the racks, b+tch, i’m bagging it
i count the racks, b+tch, i’m+ (aye)

[verse 2]
two hoes, like, two guns
smoke gas, f+ck yo’ lungs up
i been, motherf+ckin’ balling, on these n+ggas, they suck
both hoes, hit my phone, callin’, i’m just tryn’ see us f+ck
all these n+ggas think they is, you not, better, out of luck
watch out, you gettin’ baited, b+tch boy, finna’ get slumped
talk sh+t, you get caught up (run up, run up, run up, run up)

[verse 3]
run up, you get f+cked up, ryu’ a lil’ ass twink
i smoke, premium stuff, talk sh+t, you getting jumped
b+tch i+ b+tch i do (i’m like)
what’s the move
i’m like what you sayin?
glock 19 tucked on the waistband
n+ggas talk sh+t, want me act cool
hop out the van, i’m sprayin’
hit that hoe, real quick
n+ggas be talkin’ no debating
[pre+chorus]
b+tch
yeah, yeah, f+ck
shout out my brother, keep flippin’ that pack
play with a n+gga, he gettin’ you wacked (pop+pop)
pop out in london get a n+gga shanked
i’m wit’ my brother gettin’ to that bag (shut the f+ck up, n+gga)

[outro]
what, aye, b+tch
f+ck ryuin, n+gga

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