Fashion Show Lyrics – Pressa
Singer: Pressa
Title: Fashion Show
Bullets started pourin’, started pourin’ blood
Ooh
Them n#gg#s n#gg#s hit him up, he started pourin’ blood, ayy
We litty up in this b#tch, we movin’ like we don’t give a f#ck
Compact Glocky in my hand
Try me, lil’ n#gg#, then you out of luck
I’m on the run up some bands
Bigger the drip then the bigger the bucks
Bussdown Rolex and a Aude’ Piguet
Whippin’ it up like a omelette
Been in the trap with a pack and a
I did some sh#t that I could’ve regret
I had to snake a lil’ rat and then cut
Why tell a story? Like run me my money
That sh#t don’t fly, lil’ boy, not funny
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