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fashionist - nyc lyrics

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[chorus]
i’m with ve1ns in the f+ck, oh, wait
i’m with ve1ns in the f+cking crib
on that flight b+tch, i’m touchin’ down
smoke that sh+t, b+tch it’s lit right now
all my n+ggas got sticks and mags
big ass stick got a hundred rounds
i pull up to ny, it’s packed lil’ b+tch
i’ll really go jump in that crowd
you buying from me, you get taxed lil’ b+tch
my n+ggas been selling that loud
aye, two twin turbos i’ll smack yo’ sh+t
my n+ggas been packin’ that loud
i’m coolin’, i’m sippin’ on sap lil’ b+tch
my n+ggas smoke wood from the ground (b+tch)

[verse]
all these n+ggas so trash, these n+ggas ass and they bitin’ sounds
but they never making cash, so these n+ggas bite, never breaking down
gucci belt, but i’mma sag ’cause my pockets fat b+tch, i’m moving pounds
you can tell these n+ggas rats, but we gon’ catch them in they f+ckin’ town
n+ggas fake clamin’, said their guns aimin’, but they throwin’ outta f+ckin’ bounds
money makin’ b+tch, i’m nеver changin’ from the neck up, b+tch i’m feelin’ drownеd
it’s invasion i got bullet casings, your loot for the taking, b+tch we staking out
b+tch i’m chasin’ got a sl+t caucasian, she got blow a n+gga like she smokin’ clouds



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