Fetish Songtext
von Hurricane Wisdom

Oh
Whoa (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

Rose gold, fetish shot for time, it′s on my wrist
Smell like I'm a shit, while bitch′s dead, she gon' lose me
Now I'm mainstream, everybody wanna use me
Get a shank, who ain′t nothing about recruiting

Oh, you never think about recruiting
′Cause this bitch is over, she get thick and she my roomie
Wow, this bitch get faggin' like she know me
Down my head, they hos, they love hackin′ like groupies


Wow, okay, fuck it, send them this way
I ain't on the road, this shit, I′m probably at my bitch place
I ain't got no gives, but shit, I put them on my bitch 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 bitch lookin′ like a deadbeat
Spook on all these dreams while I be hiding with Sippy

Rose gold, fetish shot for time, it′s on my wrist
Smell like I'm a shit, while bitch′s dead, she gon' lose me
Now I′m mainstream, everybody wanna use me
Get a shank, who ain't nothing about recruiting
Get a shank, who ain′t nothing about recruiting