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fleece (i don't wear designer) - ayceeonethirty lyrics

[hook]
burnin down the leaf
ain’t no reachin higher
jammies made of fleece
i don’t wear designer
weather so extreme in the carolinas
uppercut the beat like i’m adesanya
layin down the seeds for my own empire
i’ma need to see a b ‘fore i go retire
holla if you hear me like scott steiner
we gon’ find out what you made of when the shots fire

[verse]
yeah
you ain’t in my league you still in the minors
all of thesе elites only into minors
i know she a fakе, but i love a liar
i’ma stand along with all the greats ‘fore it all expire
cut the frauds out, they crossed us, they gone, adios
dylan rollin up a log long as helwani nose
and i’m in the cut blowin that spyro
with the crow in the cup anywhere that i go
little goth white ho with a broke iphone
dropped two tabs then her hips went gyro
main b*tch, she a brit like pyro
in the 864 with her blue eyes low
been drunk nearly every day after fifteen
j green with me in the druff, never pristine
city where you’ll catch heat for your wrist bling
helios flows in my genes, so i p*ss steam
scarred like sabu
what you say ain’t half true
give my mama racks soon
and you still in the bathroom jacking off a wack dude
for a little mac food, maggots in the back too, that’s you
tryin to act hard lying like you jacked cars
never played parts, just a lame fart
in the bad part of town where the guns and the drugs at
talkin back when they had john cena hubcaps

[verse]
fifteen years since i lit the first one
gave no f*cks owned being the worst one
only gettin sicker the more that i’ve grown
feel even more i’m alone
trying to stay in my zone
gunnin for gold
they want me off this, suits up in they office
bend for they f*ckin bosses, never seen what i’ve walked in
never been in the closet, nearly was k!lled for it
eyes privy to violence never said but i still store it
i’ma smoke through the d*mn pain
bandaid with the bands
saturn gang king
f*ck you and your advance
remember who believed in the team from the start
nine three on all our hands so we leavin a mark
i’ma drain my nuts inside of yo b*tch gut
‘fore i go reup, don’t worry bout my cup
i keep pounds like i’m wings post bypass
i’ma live it up, where i’m from we all die fast

[outro]
clique tight like virgin wives
they wanna b*tch, but in person no words to find
i know pocket size is how worth’s defined
so i learned to grind, i can’t work to five
on my rob van dam, burn the vine
of that toucan sam, no dirt in mine
i must be this high ‘fore a girl can ride
and i play both sides like german spies, let’s go

- ayceeonethirty lyrics

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