Fashion Killa
Babyman
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(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Yeah, let's go (let's go)
She sheddin' tears, I'm recordin' (I'm recordin')
When I walk outside, it's pourin' (it's pourin')
Top Floor Boss shit, we floorin' (we floorin')
I can't talk to you, you borin'
Been through [?]
It's the calm 'fore the storm
This shit [?] like a door
My bitch bad, and she foreign
So they need to go when I was borin'
I wake up, make the racks as I pour
When I say I'm the one, bitch I'm sure
Money since ten, it's tall but I'm short
And she wanna stay inside my [?]
Babyman been the one, and they know it
My bands up, so I'm stuffing my [?]
Okay, here, key, go lock the door
Tryna' take my light, I'll beam the [?]
Tryna' take my life, I'll [?]
Pourin', must be the river she cried me
I don't got no side piece
Pistol right beside me
Platforms got her up like a pillar
When it come to fashion, She a killa'
When it come to art, bitch, I'm the dealer
Play [?], keep it realer