Lyrics

Good things on my mind I wanna be the cool one I don't feel no more Hiding from my mama I wanna be your Singer and writer When I'd like to sing ya Ella's summertime Ey, wanna wear ya New season clothes I'm in the mood of Getting them gifted Black and leather soul Take me to your Posh expensive 'drobe Until I'm famous I'm a Gigi Boy Take me back to season I'm a PRADA Boy Make the streets a catwalk 'Til then I write Hit songs everyday I'm a Gigi Boy That is out of fashion In the sunlight I'm en vogue But these days I am so broke Got no job and cannot afford All the fashion You were before Ey, wanna wear ya New season clothes I'm in the mood of Getting them gifted Black and leather soul Take me to your Posh expensive 'drobe Until I'm famous I'm a Gigi Boy Take me back to season I'm a PRADA Boy Make the streets a catwalk 'Til then I write Hit songs everyday I'm a Gigi Boy That is out of fashion Long ago Long ago I said Long ago I fell in love with how Fashion slays Fashion slays I'm a Gigi Boy Berlin, Berghain Boy I'm a Gigi Boy I am not your toy 'Cuz I'm a Gigi Boy I'm a Gigi Boy Take me back to season I'm a PRADA Boy Make the streets a catwalk 'Til then I write Hit songs everyday I'm a Gigi Boy That is out of fashion I'm a Gigi Boy Take me back to season I'm a PRADA Boy Make the streets a catwalk 'Til then I write Hit songs everyday I'm a Gigi Boy That is out of fashion
Writer(s): Baris Moustafa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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