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q-unique - fashion victims lyrics

[ intro ]

[ there may be trouble ahead ]
yo home boy, what the f+ck you think you doing coming the f+ck back in the train with the freshman dip
yo on the strempf run in the f+ckin spot buildin in the troop suit
take off the vasco two+tones and the bvd
give me the f+cking silver chain with the chinese letters
up the mcm trenchcoat
yo i ain’t f+cking playing witchu motherf+cker!

[ verse 1 ]

there’s a victim born every minute, you’ve reached your limit
your lee suit’s my size and i’m about to get in it
it’s the stick+you+up specialist, the bad spirit that will possess your latigo like the f+ckin exorcist
run your sh+t
don’t flash the name brand, the game plan have the gun and the coat hanger in the same hand
and fasten the top b+ttons, i don’t want the shams to barren to get dirty once the guns start [cl!ck, gunshot noise]
come with the time f+ck up the world its mine
it’s takin your sherm a time what you earn is mine
set the bait with a b+tch to score and trap a man
and snag him for his custom made valore dapper dan
the thieving beast who needs the heat to leave the strap
through your jacket with the graffiti piece on the back
with a hat to match, don’t scratch the glass
when you drop the gazelles will run like h+ll for an officer to tell
i don’t wanna have to harm ya
you’re better off handing over that color grey leather bomber
it’s the end of the playoffs, the street’s win
visitors zero
me? a brand new sheep skin
the zip gun’s pointed directly at your mango demanding you lose touch with cream fuzzy kangol
i robbed one fool for his chain and took his weed bag
not before i played him for his sp+ce invader ski hat
the stick up kid out to sn+tch your wardrobe
having fashion avenue looking like a warzone
and when they lay me to rest in peace
i’ll be in the afterlife taking ghosts for their white sheets
[bridge]
meanwhile in the new millennium the robberies continue…

[ verse 2 ]

trust me i’ll be long gone before the law’s long arm can catch up with the b+st+rd that got you for your

thief you for your revis suit and put it into a rap song
shouldn’t have flinched over your fitted it got you layed out
matter of fact take your throwback back, this sh+t is played out
dawg i don’t care let’s not compare who got the hardest stare
the glock is there for you to dropoff your , ha!
it’s crazy ignorant how i prey the innocent all for a pair of kicks and some
a chick could get it, i don’t give a f+ck, ante+up
for my baby mama
b+tch give the baby fat panties up
tribal gear my sticky hands are stuck to that
i keep your fubu and your echo
you can keep the trucker hat
the thief in the night that will swipe these punks
for a brand new pair of green
i take a five finger discount for your oversized white shirt
hijack with a mac so why fight over your iceberg
in an hoodie i’mma blast the opponent
until hires me as a fashion consultant
[outro]
brooklyn to the robbery
and if you got robbed you got stuck
brooklyn keeps on takin it
robbed a motherf+cker
stick ’em hahaha stick ’em

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