ThouxanBanFauni - FRAGRANCE lyrics

[ThouxanBanFauni - FRAGRANCE lyrics]

My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We on a mission and that
Tip better not be basic
Whack him, get him dropped
We steady steppin' on a daily basis
Catch my opp all by myself and
I'ma send that boy to Grady
Just got the drop on your location
From a hoe who couldn't behave
Shit was normal, gave her dick and now
These bitches actin' crazy
I'm doing burnouts in that 'cat
Just bagged this bitch from Georgia State

Tapped out, fucking that hoe just for a hour
I put dick up in her guts
And she runnin' like a coward
I fucked her friends
She swear to God I had no
Chance but they was down
You think I'm trappin' with these hoes the
Way a nigga front a pound
You know that Jeep a
SRT, I'm switchin' lanes, i be flyin'
Supercharged Grand Cherokee
How I'm slidin' by
If I can't catch my main opp
Then I'ma hit his cousin's guys
556 shell catcher, red dot
Don't say goodbye and the car goes
Always hold an extra clip
He turn into a cheerleader 'cuz
That chopper made him flip
Banana clip up on my chopper
Make the opps split
40, 000 in my pocket, it's not my first flip
The world is yours, I feel like Tony
Seen it on a blimp
Pushin' P, can't be like these
Ain't no damn simp '98 Lil Wayne, yeah baby
I been a real hot boy
Novocain, big pills, I been a real pop boy
Keanu Reeves, John Wick, big guns
These ain't no props, boy
Janitor, caught him slippin' outside
Yeah we goin' mop, boy

My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We on a mission and that
Tip better not be basic
Whack him, get him dropped
We steady steppin' on a daily basis
Catch my opp all by myself and
I'ma send that boy to Grady
Just got the drop on your location
From a hoe who couldn't behave
Shit was normal, gave her dick and now
These bitches actin' crazy
I'm doing burnouts in that 'cat
Just bagged this bitch from Georgia State

Hoe on bubbly, yeah, rosé champagne
We celebrate
How the fuck you callin' shots lil boy
You ain't even got no say
Lil boy declined in every hood
Ain't even from that domain
He got shot up in the foot
And now he Kunta Kinte
Niggas jealous when you pay
Partner caught a ray
I'm in my bag, they in they feelings
Carry me a briefcase
Now I don't condone no snitchin'
If you with us she left yo' ass and came to
Me because you such a cheapskate
Every day my b day, big bands, big cake
If I see it and I want it I'ma cut no leeway
Full price, no window shoppin', baby
Fuck the rebate
Give it up or we gon' take, trust me
You don't wan' go that way
They had cameras and a witness, we had masks
No name opp hoe tryna set me up
She get hit then slayed

My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We on a mission and that
Tip better not be basic
Whack him, get him dropped
We steady steppin' on a daily basis
Catch my opp all by myself and
I'ma send that boy to Grady
Just got the drop on your location
From a hoe who couldn't behave
Shit was normal, gave her dick and now
These bitches actin' crazy
I'm doing burnouts in that 'cat
Just bagged this bitch from Georgia State

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