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ttso. - armani white lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
b*tch, don’t talk too much, i’ve been up for the past few days (throw that sh*t on)
let the tough sh*t go when them young n*ggas had you phased (that’s what you do)
you throw that sh*t on, b*tch
i throw that sh*t on, b*tch, i
i throw that sh*t on, b*tch, i
i throw that—
ayy, i’m in them fashion wars (woo), back to mars (woo)
punk rock gang in a aston martin
a runway, i done f*cked half them broads (sh*t)
maybe next time, hit me for the casting call (ah)
like ooh, this lil’ b*tch tried to sneak a lil’ pic of the gang but the flash went off (i know ’bout that)
hack man took ’em where the packs ran off (woo)
’til the backend made it rain cats and dogs (shoot out)
n*gga wings too heavy (woah, woo)
godd*mn, my b*tch too heavy (yeah)
in a white house in my wraith, like who gon’ check me out this b*tch? (yeah)
i’ve cuffed so many akas, i know the steps she ’bout to hit
i pull out the wraith, go and grab my d*ck
one pic, then yes, we ’bout to dip, like brotha, uh

[refrain]
got you in your feelings out this b*tch, legend has it
blanco made a couple million out this b*tch, legend has it
y’all got hot then started chillin’ out this b*tch, and now you burnt
b*tch, you out there turnin’ all them legends habit, and i, uh
[chorus]
throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (hey, b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (how ’bout a face?)
throw that sh*t on (a glock on the waist?)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh*t on (out my way, way, uh)

[post*chorus]
i gave you my love, but b*tch, you did me dirty (yeah), dirty (dirty, yeah)
you see the steps, show these hoes don’t deserve me (yeah), deserve me (ayy)

[verse 2]
ayy, i got the torch, my n*gga (woo)
closest i get back home is the york, my n*gga (uh)
i’m tryna put the city on forbes, my n*gga (hey)
can’t do the sh*t from a porsche, my n*gga (ah)
if i liked ten pics, then of course i’m with her
ball on the b*tch while i’m courtside with her (ah)
it’s of course that she ain’t never had nice sh*t
’cause the b*tch start stealing all the forks i get her, it’s great
school as f*ck and with my youngin’ took a lunch
she already called her cousins, they gon’ set that n*gga up
she got it from me
was born in the back of a jeep
and that ain’t no bar, i could tell you the street
i been watchin’ them fly for like twenty*eight weeks
why the f*ck y’all worried ’bout me? like brotha, uh
[refrain]
got you in your feelings out this b*tch, legend has it
blanco made a couple million out this b*tch, legend has it
y’all got hot then started chillin’ out this b*tch, and now you burnt
b*tch, you out there turnin’ all them legends habit, and i, uh

[chorus]
throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (hey, b*tch, i)
i throw that sh*t on (how ’bout a face?)
throw that sh*t on (a glock on the waist?)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh*t on (b*tch, i’m out the way)
i throw that sh*t on (out my way, way, uh)

[post*chorus]
i gave you my love, but b*tch, you did me dirty (oh), dirty (oh)
you see the steps, show these hoes don’t deserve me (deserve me)

[outro]
new curfews in the city have been set to control the ongoing issue
the city of philadelphia has had enough with flash mobs

- armani white lyrics

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