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loving my fashion! - autumn! lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, she loving my fashion
[?] my crip
he gon’ get sh*t cracking
toolie on my hip, i’ma get to blasting
f*cking on your b*tch then you know i’m passing
smoking good gas, yeah, my blunts is massive
with my dawg, with my [?]
new .40, it’ll turn you to ashes
you run up on me, get your ass kicked
this .223 make n*ggas backflip
i ain’t got sh*t for you so stop asking

[verse 1]
sipping on this wock ’til my heart stop
kick this ho out the ride if she ain’t giving top
n*ggas really want smoke, they can really get popped
yeah, i heard he a [?] so i tell him come shop
designer on me, my jeans number (n)ine
and i keep the pistol, yeah, i keep a .9, yuh
and she might be a ten but she can’t get a dime
and sipping on [?] my cup full of slime
this n*gga think he gang, he think he my slime
if i wanna f*ck, she don’t give me acting
if y’all want some smoke, then give me yo address
i don’t shoot a beef, n*gga, i shoot the address
i’m with [?] this n*gga upset
i don’t give a f*ck who that boy stay strapped
lift his ass up just like a bench press

[verse 2]
pull up in a lex, yeah, that b*tch all black
[?] know that
[?] in my jeans, ain’t gotta show that
run from the beam, summrs gon’ blow that
just me and [?] smoking that good pack
jugging n*ggas but you can’t get your sh*t pack
pop me a xan, f*ck the pain, i don’t feel that

- autumn lyrics

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