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​like fifty - fashionist lyrics

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[intro]
she wan’ give me face, yeah (haha, what the f—?)
she wan’ give me face, yeah (haha, what the f—?)

[chorus]
she wan’ give me face
she wan’ give me—, yeah
she wan’ eat me, yeah (she can—, she can’t)
she can’t leave me, yeah
i*i got racks like 50, yeah
them hoes, they be wit’ me, yeah
n*ggas talkin’ down on me (haha, what the f—?)
p*pull up to my city, yeah
bad hoe hit my f*ckin’ phone
she*she just tryna hit me up
spent 5k on my d*mn wrist
this should show you how to split
shots hit your door go, dit, dit (boop)

[verse 1]
all these n*ggas on my d*ck
broke as f*ck, never could cop rick
told my bros, “always keep that clip”
if a n*gga at yo’ door, don’t run, don’t trip
yeah, on my hip, yeah
keep that on my hip, yeah
yeah, that stick might hit ya
i might— dit, yeah
[bridge]
she wan’ give me face, yeah
she wan’ give me face, yeah

[chorus]
she wan’ give me face
she wan’ give me—, yeah
she wan’ eat me, yeah (she can—, she can’t)
she can’t leave me yea
i*i got racks like 50, yeah
them hoes, they be wit’ me, yeah
n*ggas talkin’ down on me
p*pull up to my city, yeah
bad hoe hit my f*ckin’ phone
she*she just tryna hit me up
spent 5k on my d*mn wrist
this should show you how to split
shots hit your door go, dit, dit (boop)

[verse 2]
bad—, yeah, bad ho, tryna touch her toes
ch*choppa hit that n*gga, i*i be in my mode
a b*tch n*gga i don’t even know
i told my lil’ bro, “never change over no d*mn ho”
they*they look at that lyric, then they act like it’s a f*ckin’ joke
they like, “i don’t even care”, yeah
look at this chain, this sh*t pure
they like, “you get caught, you get burnt”
f*ck that amg, i’m takin’ turns, yeah
f*ck
[chorus]
she wan’ give me face
she wan’ give me—, yeah
she wan’ eat me, yeah (she can—, she can’t)
she can’t leave me yea
i*i got racks like 50, yeah (haha, what the f—?)
them hoes, they be wit’ me, yeah
n*ggas talkin’ down on me
p*pull up to my city, yeah
bad hoe hit my f*ckin’ phone
she*she just tryna hit me up
spent 5k on my d*mn wrist
this should show you how to split (haha, what the f—?)
shots hit your door go, dit, dit (boop)

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