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Fashionably Late

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L L L L L L L L Jet life Jet life jet life

where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em yeeeeeuhVerse 1

aint nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number and letters

on my chevelle you can ride but hey man watch my leather

cause bitches get evicted in traffic from disrespecting the classic..

rozze in the glasses get the weed out the plastic,

spitta and the monster beats radioactive...i dont kick it with no rappers they be hustlin backwards

like the jeans on criss cross who you mac daddy or daddy mackin..

pennin lyrics on back of these napkins...zoned out in the first class cabin with noise cancellation head phones...

two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down the ocean inspire..

scribbling fire on the street car name desire...

straggling the fence you only get caught in the barb wire..

im independent fuck yo system i get paid with out it....

got a new pocket..bitch you new writin as a blogger..

that rapper weed she smoke that spitta strong..she wrote about it

you can deny it i am a rider word to pac ambition

houdini yo man squigi dissapear shes a magician..

you cant blame....

in the midst of the fame planes get change

i sent to the waffle house with my order from the car maneChorus:

And im looking famous

and you can tell by the reactions of them strangers

from bitches tryna figure if it is or if aint him

the real say im on it the hater say i aint shit but im..still looking famous

and you can tell by the reactions of them strangers

from bitches tryna figure if it is or if aint him

the real say im on it the hater say i aint shit but im..stillIm high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my 57 at the drive in

this is a scary movie im in but i do it for my folk who genuinely they want me to win

i do alot of smoking to stay over this bogus shit

my money is not on these bitches my focus is LA

niggas claimin to be jet planes but they not

pay homage the founder in the house kid

a milf hunter ask yo momma she can vouch bitch

if she cool to fuckin down rollin the bony up

race day money on the startin gate

pony up i hope your hungry

i got a plate of dust for ya homie (look up)

early morning execise doin kush ups

i aint stingy with it got a couple pounds foot up

bitches used to over look us

now in my presents they shook up

see where this rap shit done took us..(im still...still......)

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