ruger j - fashion lyrics
[bridge: ruger j]
(yeah) im addicted to spending, either way man a n-gg- gone get it, popeye the sailor i need all the
spinach, i buy everything i don’t rent it, pull up in a tank like no limit, crypto currency, we don’t do printed, i’m sprinting on n-gg-s like it’s the olympics, when it come to foreigns man we got em tinted, put ya wrist in the sk!llet and whip it
[intro: ruger j]
straight out the million dollar bas-m-nt
yeah
t–zy on the boards
it’s ruger
yeah
nedlog
[verse 1: ruger j]
(yeah) i go insane,armani exchange,check out the cartier frames,i’m on the westside at the flame, secured a floor seat at the game,i’m dressed in all black vera w-ng, the pictures described in the frame, my boxers ralph lauren not hanes, my jacket moncler with some stains, (that means i’m dripping) don’t converse with me if it ain’t business, i’m all about money whats up with the ticket? chanel on the kicking,g-star on the fit it, see imma admit it, (yeah) im addicted to spending, either way man a n-gg- gone get it, popeye the sailor i need all the
spinach, i buy everything i don’t rent it, pull up in a tank like no limit, crypto currency, we don’t do printed, i’m sprinting on n-gg-s like it’s the olympics, when it come to foreigns man we got em tinted, put ya wrist in the sk!llet and whip it,coach on the messenger, louis v wrestler,she talking nasty to me on my cellular, thieving -ss n-gg- now known as embezzler, hundreds on me looking like a cash register, fire up the cookie, we do not do regular, b-tch on my d-ck,trying to get on the schedule, so i pop sh-t,my n-gg- no need for the opp sh-t,f-ck on ya hoe b-tches know i got options,i hit up phipps imma f-ck up i the profit
[chorus: ruger j]
i walk inside the bank,b-tch imma ball
d-mn near spent a 50 at the mall
i’m sh-tting on these n-gg-s where the stall
it’s been a couple months since i had drank,i got withdraws
walk inside the bank,b-tch imma ball
d-mn near spent a 50 at the mall
i’m sh-tting on these n-gg-s where the stall
it’s been a couple months since i had drank,i got withdraws, this that fashion, this that fashion
[verse 2: 100k ree]
i came in with ruger (call that boy ruger)
he got a ruger (one in the head)
them hollows get hot (play with em n-gg-)
they graze your medulla (they aim at your head)
i talk up a check (and cash out at my jeweler)
these n-gg-s some internet gangsters
(get em they rat to computers) talk to feds
upgraded to fendi, i got her head bobbing like whitney, i’m stacking them b-tches, they coming by plenty, my shooter addicted to popping the semi, i’m smoking exotic she picked out a gimme, i’m kicking my flavor they thought i was kidding, i’m lit when i drip leaving tracks in my pimping, my trap get to beating like pots in the kitchen, 33 in the glock imma ball like pippen
[chorus: ruger j]
i walk inside the bank,b-tch imma ball
d-mn near spent a 50 at the mall
i’m sh-tting on these n-gg-s where the stall
it’s been a couple months since i had drank,i got withdraws, this that fashion, this that fashion
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