Fashion Show Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Pressa]
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Bullets started pourin', started pourin' blood
[Verse 2: Houdini]
Ooh, them niggas hit him up, he started pourin' blood, ayy
We litty up in this bitch, we movin' like we don't give a fuck (Litty)
Compact Glocky in my hand
Try me, lil' nigga, then you out of luck
I'm on the road to run up some bands
Bigger the drip and the bigger the bucks (Ah-ah)
Bussdown Rolex and a Aude' Piguet
Pressa wearing both, he don't only wear one (Bussdown)
Whippin' it up like a omelette
Been in the trap with a pack and a shim'
I did some shit that I couldn't regret
I had to snake a lil' rat and then cut (Snake)
Why you tell story? Like run my money
That shit don't fly, lil' boy, not funny
[Verse 3: Pressa]
I don't pillow talk [...]