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put on a show - imm tragic lyrics

[intro]
(trey billz on the beat)

[chorus: imm tragic]
every day, it’s a fashion show (i put on a show for these b*tches)
i love to flex, but i got it, though (i put on a show for these b*tches)
of course i flex, that’s what i got it for (i put on a show for these b*tches)
and i know these b*tches watchin’, so (i put on a show for these b*tches)
she gon’ me watch like tv (put on a show for these b*tches)
i’m gon’ make them press repeat (put on a show for these b*tches)
she gon’ me watch like tv (put on a show for these b*tchеs)
i’m gon’ make them press rеpeat (put on a show for these b*tches)
[verse 1: imm tragic]
put on a show for these b*tches, bring some more of that liquor
buy some more of them swishers, i’m finna roll some more dope
she called some more of her b*tches, say they love my music
so they all goin’ crazy, i know their ass gon’ go
young finesse mix the lean up, got marty baggin’ them weed up
[?] hot*ass put the beam on ’em, [?] fatz, i know you see us
imm, my team up, sos, my team up
otg, my team up, fbg, my team up
out in traffic pourin’ lean up, act stupid, goofy, then the beam up
i’ll shoot a goofy if he tweakin’, be cool, n*gga, better freeze up
bad b*tches, come link up, come smoke somethin’, come drink somethin’
bad b*tches, come link up, come f*ck somethin’, come eat somethin’

[chorus: imm tragic & fbg duck]
every day, it’s a fashion show (i put on a show for these b*tches)
i love to flex, but i got it, though (i put on a show for these b*tches)
of course i flex, that’s what i got it for (i put on a show for these b*tches)
and i know these b*tches watchin’, so (i put on a show for these b*tches)
she gon’ me watch like tv (put on a show for these b*tches)
(fbg sh*t)
i’m gon’ make them press repeat (put on a show for these b*tches)
(fbg, b*tch)
she gon’ me watch like tv (put on a show for these b*tches)
(tragic, what up, bro?)
i’m gon’ make them press repeat (put on a show for these b*tches)
(gang)
[verse 2: fbg duck]
we a hundred deep on my block, look like a fefe on my block (turn up)
she wanna give me top (woo), nasty*ass lil’ thot (thotty)
shorty like my watch, but all she can do is watch (true)
but she cannot (no) get none of my gwop (money)
hundred*shot drum in the tommy, that b*tch’ll go baow (baow, baow, baow)
we’ll come through in a van and shoot up the crowd (skrrt, baow, grrt)
sh*lls everywhere, all over the ground (whole d*mn ground)
murder scene, we came to murder things, they like, “wow” (wow, wow, wow)
i’ll f*ck your main ho, then pass her to my bro (gang)
i f*cked her on the low (gang), but she ain’t want you to know
neck gettin’ ‘nat bling (bling), wrist gettin’ ‘nat brr (brr)
pockets on ben franklin (money), car gettin’ ‘nat skrrt (gang)

- imm tragic lyrics

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