True Religion Fein Ft Yale Lucciani

Young Chop on the beat
Bandkamp

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I'm a true religion fein (bang, bang)
I got on true religion jeans (bang, bang)
Trick, what the fuck you mean? (Bang, bang)
Suck my true religion jeans (bang, bang)
I've been ballin', bitch, I'm Michael (bang, bang)
Big green, call me Geico (bang, bang)

Click-clack, let him walk like Michael (bang, bang)
40s with them bullet, where you life go? (Bang, bang)
True religion everything (bang, bang)
Or maybe some Robin jeans (bang, bang)
I got a true religion bitch (bang, bang)
She do this true religion shit (bang, bang)

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True religion fein
Iced up with the team
Light it up with lean
Smoke until I dream
Shit ain't what it seems
You might need some glasses
And my niggas restless
This shit might get tragic
True religion fein

3Hunnit for pants
You don't have a chance
Bitch I shop in France
Money make her dance
Then she fuck my mans
Cop the work and bag it
Break bread with the clan
G.B.E, big bidness

We don't want no witness
Move it like it's fitness
My true section ridiculous
Bitch, I got that bag
Bitch I, stay in trues
2Hunna on shoes
My lil' niggas rule

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Credits
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Tyree Pittman, Yale Lucciani
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