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no dress code - billie essco lyrics

ey, big essco in this motherf*cker
look
its big essco brah
walk into the spot with lavish sweats f*ck yo dress code brah
you still couldn’t dress with us
i’m living clean i’m smoking broccoli eating vegetables
i use the power of my mind just like i’m tetsuo
to turn this lex sedan into a lexus truck
i was swerving thru the lane like akira in a acura
sh*t i rather hit the road then home bagging up
we masking up loaded them talons i chose my talent
chose working on my craft the sh*t that get me up on jimmy fallon
i’m not yo average you just might just want to photograph it
the moment after she was asking can i autograph it
the moment after we was at my hotel laughing
the view of the room you couldn’t imagine
she gave me neck she couldn’t f*ck cuz shes a roman catholic
she said she working on her marriage not your horse and carriage
so i’m dressing like a n*gga that mix garage with the rhymes
that’s called grime
n*gga so ahead of his time i’m so sublime (outta my mind)
outta my mind
this kush got me out of my mind
look
go essco lets go, we don’t give a f*ck about ya dress code no
[?] already explained it to you
okay [?] you tellin me i can’t eat here
so unfortunately we have a dress code, uhm if you, you know, if you have some non athletic shorts
but that white kid out there can, eat here with his tennis shoes on and his athletic shirt
[?] allowed tennis shoes but not, not athletic shorts

i’m a living legend out the section of my city
who else you know go by 3 names from bizzy f to billie
to essco still don’t give a f*ck about your dress code
cuz these guys almost turned yves saint to ecko
and for the love of drug delearish fashion
we at the casablanca show dripping in fabric
they use to call me shabba now i’m mister boombastic
i’m known to make it stretch like i’m mister fantastic
and i just cash in looking for a cashout
im like the only plug in a bad drought
connected for 30 yards on my last route
my off white snorkel match the boards on a crackhouse
i spazz out like beanie mac with the mac out
they stack cards against me then i attack like i’m stackhouse
drive kick in piston’s like a mustang
head high screaming f*ck the world and let my nuts hang
clutch that dior dust bag hold enough cash to get me there
and i swear that verse just sent me there

- billie essco lyrics

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