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(feat. Yale Lucciani) (True) [Chorus:] Ima true religion Fein, bitch what fuck you mean [2x] Ima true religion fein [8x] [Verse 1:] I'm a true religion Fein, got them true religion jeans Bitch what the fuck you mean Suck my true religion dick I been ballin bitch I'm micro Get green call me geico Click-clack now we walk like lypo Fo' we put them bullets where yo life go True religion every week (uhhh) How could there be so many jeans I gotta true religion bitch She do this true religion dick [Chorus:] Ima true religion Fein, bitch what fuck you mean [2x] Ima true religion fein [8x] Letras de canciones [Verse 2:] True religion Fein Ice up with the team Light it up and lean Smoke until I dream Shit ain't what it seems You might need some glasses And my nighas bananas This shit might get tragic True religion Fein 300 for pants You don't have a chance Bitch I shop in France Money make her dance Bet she fuck my mance Pop her with the baggy Shit ain't what it seems Shit ain't what it seems You might need some glasses And my niggas bananas This shit might get tragic True religion Fein 300 for pants You don't have a chance Bitch I shop in France Money make her dance Bet she fuck my mance Pop her with the baggy Break her with the clan She be eatin dinnas We don't need no witness Move light like fitness My true section ridiculous Bitch I got the bag Bitch I stand true 200 on shoes Molar niggas rule [Chorus: (Repeat 2x)] From Letras Mania