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ru$h & tha god fahim - haute couture lyrics

[verse 1: ru$h]
uh—
a hundred+thousand in the shoebox; i punch like errol spence and ugas
we can get it poppin’ with a few shots in the clip kickin’ like ong+bak; who hot? (woo!)
i might pull a grip out the tube sock, threw shots and wake up a few blocks (grrt)
i’m in too deep (uh), pass me the oo+wop to calm all that uncool ruckus like the boondocks (that’s a fendi)
uh— i take a puff of the moon rock, then hit ’em up like 2pac (grrt)
the squad and the crew hot; the way i’m rubbin’ elbows’ll raise a eyebrow, i’m the new rock
dude, stop (stop) + you don’t know the fendi don, you never knew fah
twin bl!ckies on, that’s two glocks (hahahaha)
with the grip, i give a round of hpnotiq— what’s that?
blue shots out the ferrari, i let the tool pop (uh— woo!)

[verse 2: tha god fahim]
my temperament be legendary (legendary)
we primary, no secondary; the .40 be my secretary (secretary)
paint the porsche p+ss to complement the canaries
i’m military+grade dangerous; they know my language
if it ain’t big money, then we ain’t speakin’ the same sh+t (we not the same)
executive package on the benz, this ain’t the same sh+t (we not the same)
rolex came original, the scales was digital
invested in the rap game, the change was pivotal
they say i’m so fly, it’s criminal; i murder fashion
even before the bag came in, i still was doin’ ’em nasty
now all we do is chauffeurs; i’ll let you do the taxis
i’m great as the gatsbys
want a few pointers? then just ask me

- ruh tha god fahim lyrics

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