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True Religion

by Gab3

[Chorus]
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

[Verse 1]
She was on me, True on my tee
Louie on my B, I go shopping spree
I'm in Tokyo so much, I'm turning Japanese
I'm in Tokyo so much that I don't wanna leave
Gucci on my waist, she was on my waist
Damn she bad as f*ck, look like Tyra Banks
I might roll one up, I might roll like eight
I might rack it up, throw that in my safe
She was going up on the yayo
I was pouring up with a faygo
Man you mad as f*ck, that's how the kid go
I'm a hot boy, I feel like Bankroll

[Chorus]
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

[Verse 2]
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Getting more racks, now they wanna call me
Getting more racks, yeah they know I'm balling
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Getting more racks, now they wanna call me
Getting more racks, yeah they know I'm balling
More racks
Call me
Getting more racks now they wanna call me

[Chorus]
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cause they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends