Lyrics:
Louis bag, I'ma' brag my bitch a fucking fashionist
Adidas track
And I got a fucking strap in it
To the bag, get the bag
I been fucking bagging' it
I'm
When i step out it look like it fashion week
Love to show out
Bitch i'm such a fashionist
This a Skyline this is not no SRT
Don't play tennis but boy
The love for Jesus Christ a fashionist
Destination Heaven, I'm bout that boy
Elevate Eleven, I'm bout that sir
Codex vision out, you understand
Always set
travellin' like speed
Iller than adventures you might read
O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
Style fashionist, other MC's
Yeah, yeah
(Once again, back is the incredible)
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put
Yeah, yeah
(Once again, back is the incredible)
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put
weird.
Fuck this, I'm passionist, fashionist, smashonist, fashist, not racist, I'm cleanist, you deep shit.
Ridin my car, Chevy, no fuckin exotic.
Keep
a nuh farcry
Dem coulda 8 we so till
A di 80 we kill
Deven John Wick so skill
No sah
Di magazine full to di brim
A nuh fashionist ting
A yuh face it
care ar
Ciordi și din Lafayettes
Două teancuri BLAGA sparg că
Sunt un fashionist infect
Haina nu-l face pe om
Da' mă simt bine în Prada!
Gucci papucii,
The assassin keeping rapper flabbergasted
You steady napping on action. Now you use your fashionist napkins
That’s why you’re never lasting
Lobby Life. That’s
he the real witness
Apologize this might come off as blasphemous
This is A.D ain't nothing after this
Developed off my style, I'm a fashionist
Off
Crawl out your hollow casket
Follow the shallow fashionist
Back to the populace
As a prophet of profit a born again capitalist
A heartless so-called
out of time
Time and space swaddling me
I been tied up
Tied up with fashionists
Faster than widows can weave
Tying me up in her lair at night
Tying
of fashionists
With the same flow and so I had to take it back wit B.I.Z
To show the kids and the grown alike how to own a mic when opponents roll the dice gotta
the charts, crashing computers and breaking meters
Rector scales can't tell if I'm classified a human creature
Young ghetto fashionist, the life I live is
dripping the sauce all this material call me a fashionist
(yeah you know)
Bless you taking days off?
Nah little nigga im counting like calculus
(yeah you
know I look good I’m a fashionist
The guns is a blazing that’s Old Smokin Joe
When I get lost I find myself on road
Chopper on chopper on chopper
No one
홍대 뒷골목의 Fashionists
왠지 낮이 익은 그들의 Outfit
I know that brand so fucken LIT
근데 짜 치는 디자인과 색감이
딱 봐도 Fake 안 봐도 Tag
근데 지들끼리 똥싸네
Pose like a Celeb
Fake Tone
appeal a fashionist
I'm just a brudah who's revelation see passage passive thoughts see regulation more generations through havoc
Bag a tool for a brag
a craft that was good, I done mastered it
Now I just ride and get high like the Vatican
All of this drip shorty, think I'm a fashionist
Nigga, my punchlines
swaddling me
I been tied up
Tied up with fashionists
Faster than widows can weave
Tying me up in her lair at night
Tying my heart in the strings
Tryna find us
Get a bag imma cop me a Patek wrist
Put it on I don't need me a fashionist'
I can't love her cause she was so classless
Feel like magic I get her then
they need me
Bout to takeoff from the sprout
I dey the streets
If you know me
you feel me
Everyday we dey suffer Police
I am Broke ain't no Fashionist
I
the club I'm passionate
Glitter on my face I'm a fashionist
In the city sipping mist wit the
My bad I'm a little late you know what I'm saying there was
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