DChamberla1n - Fashion

You talking that shit up I'm uppin they fay
Smoking exotic don't need to know why
I'm rolling big papers they hit to the face
Swipper no swipper bitch through me yo chase

Drive a big body that bitch like a tank
Rolling up kush and I think this one pank
Smoking so much that I can't even thank

Yup this white runtz
yup in my blunt
Smoking on exotic yea I'm smoking on good stuff

I don't need yo luck yup
I don't give a fuck yup
I can fuck on any bitch I really cannot stunt

I know a nigga named blunt
Nigga talking money its a front
Real life smoking on runtz
Kicking out packs like punts

I'm balling on these niggas tho I can fuck on all they hoes
I be talking bitches souls
Bitch take off all yo clothes

Know a bitch that play with her nose
Step back lil bitch I arose
You niggas is bozos
My kills talk in code

My diamonds is on froze
Givenchy on my toes
My money stack in rows
I can wipe it on the stove

I'm calling shots big boss shit niggas getting rich
If you really getting money you would never snitch
In the major leagues I be hitting to the fence
Yea I got a cannon I can change up on my pitch

Ar-15 leave a dent
Shit on niggas got a stench
If we beefin I won't flinch
Stand up nigga on yo ten

You do don't care about life I really do not simp
Drip in all Fashion got me feeling like a pimp

Written by:
David Edwards

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