Fetish lyrics

by

Hurricane Wisdom


[Intro]
Woah, woah
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

[Chorus]
Rose gold, fetish shot for time, It's on my wrist
Smell like I'm a sh*t, while b*tches dead, she gon' lose me
Now I'm mainstream, everybody wanna use me
Get a shank, who ain't nothing think about recruiting

[Verse]
Oh, you never think about recruiting
'Cause this b*tch is over, she get thick, and she my roomie
Wow, this b*tch get faggin' like she know me
Down my head, they hoes, they love hackin' like groupie
Wow, okay, f*ck it, send thеm this way
I ain't on the road, this sh*t, I'm probably at my b*tch place
I ain't got no gives, but sh*t, I put thеm on my b*tch face
I know I keep sendin', so I— (Oh)
I know I keep sendin', I feel Christmas on my feet
Drown on top of the gym, but I ain't never been on beat
Roof off top of the beat, but this b*tch lookin' like a deadbeat
Spook on all these dreams, while I be hiding with sippy

[Chorus]
Rose gold, fetish shot for time, It's on my wrist
Smell like I'm a sh*t, while b*tches dead, she gon' lose me
Now I'm mainstream, everybody wanna use me
Get a shank, who ain't nothing think about recruiting
[Outro]
Get a shank, who ain't nothing think about recruiting
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