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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Woah In the G63 with my brothers She want me to lie and say I love her Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you She rather die than find another Out in New York for fashion week Spent two thousand on this puffer For these LV's I spent three Finna get back on my fashion She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?) All my duffles Goyard It's no more emotional baggage (no more) She gon' fuck me for my status And Rino just went Patek (yeah) They say "Wick you so hard" This shit too easy, it's natural These hoes be so dramatic And these niggas don't want static Turn that nigga to ashes I'm fuckin' on a bitch, look just like Ash Kaash I'm baggin' that bitch, Ash Ketchum Momma say I've been movin' too fast She wish I would start relaxin' I'm in that Trackhawk movin' too fast Make one wrong turn and I'm crashing In the G63 with my brothers She want me to lie and say I love her Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you? She rather die than find another Out in New York for fashion week Spent two thousand on this puffer For these LV's I spent three Finna get back on my fashion She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?) All my duffles Goyard It's no more emotional baggage (no more) She gon' fuck me for my status (yeah) And Rino just went Patek They say "Wick you so hard" This shit too easy, it's natural Hold up, bring them choirs in She a bad lil' girl, might fly her in 40K on watches and I still can't tell what time it is I swear I count money every day, I don't get tired of this Spent 5K on my fit that's every day, you don't get fly as this He tryna be me, who's guy is this? Pass through, she like, "Who's ride is this?" Pass through, they like, "Who's ride is this?" In the G63 with my brothers She want me to lie and say I love her Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you? She rather die than find another Out in New York for fashion week Spent two thousand on this puffer For these LV's, I spent three Finna get back on my fashion She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?) All my duffles Goyard It's no more emotional baggage (no more) And I get that green, that cabbage Been a while since I felt damaged Know it's hard, but I still manage Know it's hard, but I still manage I like you, you got your mind like this I want her 'cause she fine like this Pass through, she like, "Who's ride is this?" Pass through, they like, "Who's ride is this?" In the G63 with my brothers She want me to lie and say I love her Bitch, I'm that guy, I thought I told you? She rather die than find another Out in New York for fashion week Spent two thousand on this puffer For these LV's I spent three Finna get back on my fashion She like, "Since when you wear glasses?" (Since when?) All my duffles Goyard It's no more emotional baggage (no more, no more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Benjamin C. Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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