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citi trends - 10kkev lyrics

citi trends lyrics
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[verse]
sweater covered in f’s, they remind me of my transcript
my track stylist chose what i wore today, it was handpicked
fendi bookbag, fendi tee, too
look at the c’s on yo’ buffs, i can tell them b*tches fu’
stomp out a n*gga leg and break his sh*t with these triple f’s
f*ckin’ with some white b*tches, they tryna get me to do crystal meth
did a check deposit for ten thousand, through tcf
sold some g before, i told him it was peanut b*tter breath
got over on this fool once again
i’m tired of n*ggas actin’ like they swipe, when they work at citi trends
’bout to check my distrokid, i know a couple thousand waitin’
a n*gga sayin’ that i’m broke, thats an outrageous statement
same n*gga living in his grandmothers bas*m*nt
can’t keep up with all the e*mails i’m gettin’, i need an agent
just found out the plug is a undercover agent
got tired of n*ggas sleepin’ on me so the beast awakened
wanna know one thing, i’m never sober
a mag on each hip, f*ck a holster
when i up, it’s gon’ be dual wield
pull up, box you in and leave your brains on the steering wheel
left my old b*tch ’cause the relationship was toxic
n*gga mad at me ’cause he ain’t got sh*t in his pocket
why one of my opps like a picture of a transgender?
tied in, i’m cool with drug dealers and the gang members
when detroit get boring, i get on a flight
when the jugg ’bout to send his money, i be so polite
then i block they ass and leave ’em heartbroken
my head going in this bank to collect ten soon as that b*tch open
n*ggas rappin’ ’bout condos but living in a trailer
drive a old rusty pickup truck, that b*tch look like mater
if i got caught in that, i’d be embarrassed
i got the paperwork, this n*gga talkin’ to the sheriff
responded to yo’ b*tch dm and she was starstruck
your whip old as h*ll, it be clanking tryna start up
junk that b*tch, it’s over with
how you expect to pull females in that piece of sh*t?
i shoot this glock like a trained assassin
you better ask about the time i saw a dog up in mr. alan’s
0.00, i just read yo’ balance
spent nineteen*hundred on a pint, then poured it in a gallon
threw a party and i put lean in the punch bowl
he walked in with reebok sneakers on and we said “i got a question for you, what are those!”
[outro]
so good
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