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nms fiori - trophy child lyrics

trophy child you can tell by my appearance
saks know just who am used to shop clearance
they took ski could’ve been me these deaths be hitting hard
i’d give my brothas all f+ck i look letting em starve switching cars while my man walking
not me
in my prime feel like dawkins when i’m in the p
fendi eyes on my back incase they tryna play
roll me up the pack i think it’s safe to say

i’m in my duffle birkin
i heard my voice i knew it was time to put that work in you mad it ain’t you with this chance well i deserve its not even the blues that make her dance it’s the music link with coop what we doing? we make a movie
i really came from nothing had no shoulder to lean
if we f+cking then you busting i put that on the team
if the color ain’t blue then it’s green in these jeans
i grab ounce then hit the stu chasing million dollar dreams

never been with talking the discussion in the rear
she ask how my sh+t busting said donn come over here you gotta give it to me
the biggest stepper to be stepping stepping in givenchy
the pockets flat now them jawns husky where i’m from it ugly had to paint a picture
now we winning sending prayers up to the sky even tho we sinning too much on my mind i’m fine look at the water lately i ain’t been outside forgot it’s florida but i just let em talk just to talk cause i’m outside
shooting for the stars so we all gonna shine
and i peeped that jawn a yurk so im tryna get behind
321 blast off from the 215

trophy child you can tell by my appearance
saks know just who am i used to shop clearance
they took ski could’ve been me these deaths be hitting hard
i’d give my brothas all f+ck i look letting em starve
sending shots at u and him ain’t stopping till he dead
yeah i love the p+ssy ain’t nothing topping the bread
i’m pressure toting
this some loud i ain’t hear what you said
i’m heavy floating the shrooms getting to my head
and i’m rolling up some pressure heard its static so it’s war then
ima stack my paper with my b+tch in a foreign
i’m really boutta blow i got a hit gotta record it
123 taking off im soaring
amri on the jeans ya mean my team be eating
million dollar deals i’m signing just left a meeting
ill give my dawg all tell my brotha keep it
stop hitting my phone i want dome on the weekend
ops steady talking i can’t hear him i’m too far
the broads all drawlin said my ego was too large
want a brand new wheel real tired of used cars
if she average then she probably gonna leave me

- nms fiori lyrics

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