Letra de Fashion Week Freestyle - Clavish

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Told the cat, "Only call, stop textin' the phone"

I'm a laid-back rapper, I don't get many shows

Got link for a hammer, he can get many poles

I put the "L" into lit, so I get many hoes

This ain't fashion week, I be drippin' head to my toes

I was young trappin', didn't know a Z was a O

Jailhouse only reason that she left me alone

Put her on her fours, now, I got to beg her to go

But, I've come a long way, used to re-up on a Q of crack

If I'm your favourite rapper, what I rap about, I'm doin' that

If he done me dirty, then it's only right I do him back

I had a bit of mag', they like trap and road, I do the math

My dawg got a five for shottin' out of town

We live and learn, he runs it up on the wing

There's niggas free livin'

Worse, won't hear me on the—

And I don't kill a verse

Call me Ray J when it comes to the strip, 'cause I hit it first

First time I robbed the plug, weren't even a lot

First time I cheffed somethin' down, it weren't even a opp

If I Dior my feet, naturally I'll Dior my top

I got hella reasons why I'm not Diorrin' a fuck

My grey one could easily be in the only way's Essex

When it comes to the shotgun, the only way is pellets

When it comes to my bracelet, the only way is tennis

Chest shot, if I'm lackin', only time I'm gonna leg it

Where's the A-Team? I don't like hanging with the talkers

She's only gonna bust it for the rapper and the ballers

My nigga said the line's slow, he's finna bleach

Outside the party 'til it's done, and start wrappin' up the ballers

The yutes that I beef look popped out and miserable

Like The Spot in Cockfosters, they need a miracle

Tried and yeah they're onto me, so, mum knows I'm a criminal

Niggas wanna hit the T, but they ain't got the minerals

Doing positive, now they want to be my cousin

Mum used to find food in my room and get to cussin'

Put an OG on me without pressin' any button

And we're still good in the hood, no one ain't tellin' us nothing

Not a threat in the field if you ain't touchin' anyone

Them rambos that your swingin' ain't touchin' any lungs

Stop lyin' 'bout shootings, you ain't touchin' any drums

Said you'll hold drug money, but ain't touchin' any guns

S bust his couple times, but he's better at stabbin'

Hit a lick couple times, but I'm better at trappin'

Bro said "Do it hands off, you're better at rappin"

I'm mixin' good with the bad, and it's making me happy

When me and big homie got the drop, one of a kind

Pop doors and start ceffin' niggas one at a time

Hella rap cappers, but I ain't one of them guys

My hood will tell you I got more than just one on my knife

Gang

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