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Fashion killa lyrics az. Pants saggin', fuck your fashion Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan Back in Cali's where it happen [Hook 2] They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers The goons and the goblins They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata [Bridge] From New York to San Andreas And all around the world. Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank) Swallaaa-la-la (drank) Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la) Swallaaa-la-la Freaky, freaky gyal My freaky, freaky gyal. Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling. Rakim Mayers (born October 3, 1988), better known by his stage name ASAP Rocky (stylized as A$AP Rocky), is an American rapper, record producer, director, actor and.
these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL7 browse other artists under A: A2 A3 A4 A5 A6 A7 A8 A9 A10 A11 A12 A13 Rate Yamborghini High by Asap Rocky (current rating: 7.50) He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no” I’m that bitch, and he know, he know How you wifin’ these thots? You don’t get wins for that And another good year, we don’t get blimps for that Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minx for that Cadell – Fast Food & Lottery Tickets Lyrics Posted on January 16, 2020 Author Leave a comment [Intro] [Chorus] They wanna know how I come in the business I reply “it’s none of your business” Now look at me, I’m running a business On my own, nobody assisted And cause of my dad, I’m young and I’m gifted Hope they don’t get Read.
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Versuri Killa Fonic – Dalai lama Dalai Lama da, Dalai Lamaaa da, Da-le Lama da, Da-le Lama! Toaca-i, toaca-i, Dalai Lamaaa da, Tu toaca-I, toaca-i ahhh! Dalai Lama,da-i Lama, sa taca-taca, ii bag ura inapoi pe gat se ineaca, Fluidific sangele cu sirop si bag pula in carne, Bagabont cu coaie grase cat Buddha si […] Fashion killa wish a Gunter Four G savings like a nunchuk Cuban shining like the sun’s up Bank on my like Sun Trust Never spend it on a ho Ain’t no ho that son trust Maybach like a small bus Got enough room to throw a party in it Ride by catch a body in it Treat that ’62 like a ’64 [Pre-Hook: Stalley] Keep it jumpin’ Keep it jumpin’ [Intro] Pretty brown eyes You know! [Verse 1: Remy Ma] I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’ Always fly, I stay in a cockpit I … Read more
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