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FabricBitch, you don't know me, so shut the fuck upCan't walk like Naomi 'cause I got it talkin' Right on my waist, and it's heavy as fuck Leave a bitch under like Harriet Tub' I got a whole body, now the block hot You got a half a body like a crop top If it's in my hair then it's top notch Niggas wanna cock-block Niggas straight squares like hopscotch Yeah, it's too late I'm pulling up straight to the gate This where you call on fake There's only one way to deal with the hate Make a nigga disappear like the period late Okay, please don't call me 'sus' Cat fight 'cause you pus' Bitch, go dash No, nigga, I don't cook Never wearin' aprons, only do high fashion looks So damn sassy Airport, please don't pack me 'For you get popped like acne Yo friends tacky Say they got your back when you at me But you look back in they backseats Only buyin' skittles 'Cause your money so damn little Whip it with the hair, no Willow Niggas so fake, oh Don't tell me about Kittle I don't play Malcolm in the Middle Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can't have it I am a whole 'nother fabric Bitch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage Now lemme see where the Porsche at (skrrt!) Get ya shit snatched like a corset (gimme that!) Need new bundles, where the horse at? (where it's at) I'm always in front, like a doormat Comin' in the game, I ain't ever been a lame Boy, you in the same lane, I ain't far past No candy cane, but no, we can't hang Look, bitch gettin' scalped like barrettes (barrettes) Police see I'm a hard ass (hard ass) Shoot a nigga right where his heart at (heart at) Took a bitch spot, now she don't know where to park at Want my advice, just car crash (skrrt!) Ain't no time to play, I got a flight to L.A But first, let me slide up to the bank You know the money big when the bank tell us say I wish I can, but I can't! (they dumbass) No, I can't give you that much Three to five days is a must But I walked out the bitch, same day, with 100k 'Course that nigga had a crush So I'm in her phone Look at this pussy, it's gold So you get bread, that's mold (ah, ah) Pull up to my shows Please, don't wear no clothes (ah, ah) No Amber Rose, I'm twenty-one and savage, she cold (ah, ah) Got so many flows, Progresso should hire a hoe (ah, ah) Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can't have it I am a whole 'nother fabric Bitch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage |