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ofb – fashion lyrics

[intro]
ghosty

[chorus: rv]
ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get-got for fashion
anytime them boys try disrespect, i make sure they regret their actions
bro stepped out with his ting so i brought mine too and we went there matching
pulled up on the strip but there’s n-body here, come like the opps been waxing
ching, wet, dip, splash him, opps get-got for fashion
anytime them boys try disrespect, i make sure they regret their actions
bro stepped out with his ting so i brought mine too and we went there matching
pulled up on the strip but there’s n-body here, come like the opps been waxing

[verse 1: headie one]
swear it’s about time that this match got called off
the score’s like fifteen-nil, no warnock, man ain’t gotta check that scoreboard
jump out gang, don’t get yourself cornered cah you’re gonna hold this borer
still go kick mans door off, i ain’t gotta swing this sawn off
my bro still slaps it in reverse, he jumps out too, no he ain’t no chauffeur
i’m on the opp block exploring, gangdem do it way better than dora
[?] feds tryna find where the phones, smoke and closer
they got me in the interview room with a heavy -ss folder, they want me in the can like cola
later when we’re spazzing on the mains, two hands on the skeng like a ps controller
f-ck them, i still whip this yola, do it so hard that it spun the whole bowl off
swing my shank, i don’t swing no hooks like i ain’t tryna give no chorus, hope that i catch mans organs
i don’t need it for no donor, i just do it normal then stroll off
gang got smoke that sprays, we ain’t really fond of roll on
still step with this 4 long, still got all this gold on
you know how much strips this flake got sold on? when it comes to the papers, man don’t prolong
circle the opp block, ain’t see no one, still tryna get my golden goal on

[verse 2: rv]
f-ck a v5 of flavours, got a .35 tryna smoke me an opp
try run, get slapped in your back, that’s standard procedure, you don’t need a cough
give a sawn off ting to my young boys, i’m a big man to be rolling with dots
i ain’t talking ’bout scaffolding when i say that i put big poles on the block
ring-ring trap, get them stacks, got beef so i invest in waps
opps get chinged, opps get crashed, all now they ain’t try get me back
got a bad b that plugs my food so i gotta come press this pack
god strike me down right now if i’m lying, every word that i said is facts
been in the bando, pebbling z’s, light and dark, megan and wes
not one of my n-gg-s can doubt me, i keep it one hundred, never been less
countless times i’ve flirted the audi, no halal meat when i cheff up his neck
anytime gang step, it’s a m, if not, then it’s attempt
feds got half my team in jail, that’s probably ’cause they know we’re riders
i was with kash in onley, shank on me in my robe and sliders
when i get round there and i buss it, i ain’t getting on no revivers
three bags for the .44 long but it’s still free smoke for the niners

- ofb lyrics

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