heavy on fashion - wokeups lyrics
[verse]
h*ll yeah, i f*ck with your style
i know she freak, goin’ wild
look at my feet, ran a mile
look at my feet, ran a drill
taking like too many benadryl’s
number (n)ine tee with a big blood spill
i know some n*ggas that put down that pressure
lonely and feeling depression
hit him hard, knock out his septum
beat him up like we on capcom
sitting back, sipping that lipton
alien n*gga from krypton
i used to go window shopping
ksubi jeans, that i’m copping
cheat on me then i’m cropping
back then momma was my stylist
now i’m my own d*mn stylist
bad b*tch said, “oh, you so stylish”
can’t f*ck with her ’cause the mileage
oh*oh*oh*oh
drugs got me so slow*oh*oh*oh
but i’m getting up now
b*tches see me like what’s up now
i don’t even know what’s real
i don’t even know who to trust now
walk out thе shop with a buss down
shoutout jay, we smoking three*fives
this sh*t strong, i can’t see now
wherе the f*cking visine now?
cip told me put that lean down
cip told me quit the lean
punch a n*gga in his t**th
now i got blood on my jeans
woke up, had to flee
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