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admit it - fashionist lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
a*and my gang be asking why the f*ck i keep doing that sh*t
doing that sh*t, i’m moved— i’m moved away, can’t admit on it
yo— yo’ b*tch on d*ck, she gon’ spit on it
they like, “hop on this ho”, then get lit on it
they say, “yo’ music ass”, take a sh*t on it
how you cop yo’ new swag? guess you bit on it
how you bought yo’ bag, n*gga? n*ggas on d*ck
b*tch, i own it, yo’ b*tch on d*ck, she moanin’
i’m like, why you showin’ sh*t? yeah
why you showin’ sh*t? yeah
the whole clique on yo’ ass
boy, stop clonin’
boy, i bought that bag for yo’ b*tch
n*gga, stop hoeing, yeah
n*gga, stop hoeing, yeah
n*gga, stop hoeing, yeah
that boy fat, need twenty*piece
b*tch, i stack the racks, don’t envy me
climb the top likе mvp, yeah
hit the phone likе—
yo’ b*tch hit the phone, like
y’all be acting like y’all don’t know right
a n*gga blinging, got the diamonds show right
[outro]
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, b*tch

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