歌詞

Bro, who the fuck callin' my phone
Ayy, 719, catch me on my phone
If you're shawty not replying, yes, she at my home
Man, you claiming all these streams, none of y'all are known
You can't even make your lyrics go on rhythm zone
Ayy, choppa, get to blastin
****, steady talking make that **** poof like magic
Wrap you in a carpet, make you fly like Aladdin!
Man, that hurt my voice, I'ma stop with that a tad bit
Me your shawty matching, we just got high fashion
We just got high fashion, hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion, hi-hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion, hi-hi-high fashion
What you here to do? What you tryna prove
Ayy, put you on that news, we don't ever lose
If you come around our section, gotta follow rules
Guess he lookin' for them clues, got him turnin' blue
Vivienne on my belt, Westwood got a sell
You ain't seein' pearly gates, boy, you seeing hell
Got me feelin' like I'm Aki, hit you with that nail
It's funny seein' your career, cuz it always fails
I ain't gotta prove to these ****
Every time you check my streams, it's gettin' bigger
Had to wipe my lenses, man its getting clearer
Back then, I ain't even see a figure
Ayy, 719, catch me on my phone
If your shawty not replying, yeah, she at my home
Man, you claiming all these streams, none of y'all are known!
You can't even make your lyrics go on rhythm zone
Ayy, Choppa, get to blasting
****, steady talking make that **** poof like magic
Wrap you in a carpet, make you fly like a Aladdin!
Man, that hurt my voice, I'ma stop with that a tad bit
Me Your Shawty matching, we just got high fashion
We just got high fashion, hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion, hi-hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion, hi-hi-high fashion
Hi-hi-high fashion!
Written by: Dayman Medearis
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