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yung seventeen - back from the dead (517: indian hill experiment) lyrics

(open your eyes! open your eyes!)
(fashion! fashion k!ller!)

i’m the real fashion k!ller, yeah
i’m the real fashion k!ller (realest motherf+cker, yeah no realer!)
i’m a real styler
(ain’t no mike jack, real thriller!)
(fell asleep in the hood, woke up in a villa)

all this money that i got
i won’t keep it, imma spend it all
bet i left a couple loser b+tches on a miss call
i’m too fresh and surrounded by shooters, but
this ain’t no b+ball
all of these hoes was laughing as i was dying
they wanna see me fall
too fresh, y’all can not touch this
wish you would be me, y’all
these hoes is barbie dolls
i got designer clothes
your b+tch gone be seen fold
i just bought the whole mall
your b+tch doin’ as told
(see ya fold)
i prefer this new version of myself
in balenci, yeah and in ricky (ain’t n0body do it like i do it)
ever since i got this money
i been started feelin’ f1lthy
who wanna buy the whole world?
guilty
now i got the juice, it’s not minute maid
i been locked in for ages, i couldn’t escape
i saw myself from above, talking ‘bout faith
i don’t think they ready for my final state

- yung seventeen lyrics

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