True Religion Fein Lyrics

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang, yuh, bang-bang)
Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (bang-bang, yuh)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)
I'm a True Religion fein (bang-bang)


[Verse 2: Yale Lucciani]
True Religion fein
Iced up with the team
Light it up with lean
Smoke until I dream
Shit ain't what it seems
You might need some glasses
And my niggas restless
This shit might get tragic
True Religion fein
3 hunnit for pants
You don't have a chance
Bitch I shop in France
Money make her dance
Then she fuck my mans
Cop the work and bag it
Break bread with the clan
GBE, big bidness
We don't want no witness
Move it like its fitness
My True section ridiculous
Bitch I got that bag
Bitch I stay in Trues
2 hunna on shoes
My lil niggas rule

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Like Fiends are to drugs, Keef displays his addiction to True Religion brand clothing, especially their jeans.

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