High.Fashion.

Love the pain
Feel the hurt
Love the pain
Feel the hurt

I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

Get this shit popping
Poppin
Get this shit popping
Get this shit popping
Get this shit popping

Let me
Catch my breath

Let me
Catch my breath

Get this shit popping
Poppin

Get this shit popping
Poppin

Let me
Catch my breath

Let me
Catch my breath

Been going
Round and round
Lately
I been
Down & Out
Told my mates
I met a bad bitch
Savage
Came straight
from London town
She said
Baby
Why the frown
Dont let the world
Just get you down
I know
How you feel
Right now
Dont Worry
We gone fuck shit up

I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

Get this shit popping
Poppin
Get this shit popping
Get this shit popping
Get this shit popping

Let me
Catch my breath

Let me
Catch my breath

Get this shit popping

Get this shit popping

Let me
Catch my breath

Let me
Catch my breath

Love the pain
Feel the hurt
Love the pain
Feel the hurt

Love the pain
Feel the hurt
Love the pain
Feel the hurt

Get this shit popping

Get this shit popping

Get this shit popping

Get this shit popping

Let me
Catch my breath

Let me
Catch my breath

I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
I got my 40 ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Onwudiwe Jr
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