ohsmithhh - fashion criminals lyrics
[intro: linn]
p+ssy n+gga, don’t get
[verse 1: linn]
p+ssy n+gga, don’t get rolled
cause twin really taggin’ shi
twin really in that mode
i’m really braggin’ b+tch
i got a n+gga, i’m having it
if she got an ass, then i’m grabbin’ it
if he bein weird, then i’m stabbin’ him
might f+ck around and take off a limb
you know in my cup, it’s all red
mixed up with x, now i’m dead
you know i’m f+cked up in my head
my doc telling me, take my meds
ima rip a f+ck n+gga to shreds
[verse 2: linn]
i’m flippin’ that pack, we shoot at whoever
she eat it up for that maison margiela
we in that mode, and we huntin’ you down
put that shi on my gun, and it won’t make a sound
i’m walkin’ and creeping, yeah all up in yo town
yeah and just know if i find you n+gga, ima drown you
im still dissin, like what is you gon do?
this caliber n+gga, its goin through
you d+ckin, but n0body knows you
n+gga, what you tryna get into?
[verse 3: linn]
givenchy my wrist, ima vet
rockin’ sh+t you ain’t nеver seen yet
ima shoot in yo crib, its all dead (all dеad)
they be targeting me, ima vet
how she gon’ love me, we ain’t ever even met
treat her like dog, yeah she my pet
[verse 4: ohsmithhh]
walk in this sh+t, with the vets
put her on a leash, she my pet (woah)
walk in, that rich hoe get wet
walk in, that broke boy get checked (get checked)
he reachin’ for it, up in the party
twin crack his sh+t, he gon connect
got no soul, we got that bread (that bread)
all of my goons off the meds
yeah, all of my money, it spreads
yeah, i want my money 100%
im rockin’ cartier glasses, with tint
we throwin’ 100s on top of his rent
[verse 5: ohsmithhh]
told em, “i run this sh+t up”
took this lil b+tch out, now she wanna f+ck
kick that lil b+tch out, now he outta luck
oxyoxy, man this sh+t is just us
[chorus: ohsmithhh]
fashion criminal, always lookin’ for a check
high as f+ck, we ride around with that tec’
she f+ckin’ with me, i put pearls on her neck
yeah she so bad, but that b+tch a wreck
hit after hit, i’m like “whats next?”
b+tch after b+tch, i gotta flex
she all on my phone, she all on my texts
we in the party geeked up off a x
you fumbled the bag, i ain’t lost nothin’
we keeping medicals, you keeping tussin’
real vamp sh+t, yeah i just wan run it
real vamp sh+t, yeah i just want hunnids
rolling my gas, and lil’ b+tch ima blunt it
yeah we pullin’ up, let em’ know that we coming
yeah i’m pullin’ up, let em’ know that i’m cunning
fashion criminal, i’m addicted to money
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