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She like Yves Saint Laurent My garms from Italy, I feel like the don Fashion Week I'm watching Louis Vuitton Saw her rapper listen now she feeling my song she do is for the media I duck your food and bredrin I don't need ya Her exes tryna follow I'mma lead ya Her body tight she looking hot up like a Got me eager
I only trust girls on days that don't end a Y Don't ask why you ever see trust up, you could never keep up Wrist if I ever freeze up You no say we flex and so we like You she moneyman she turned blind eye Oooo five that's a bad night we getting money now she like, like Fucked her with the she ugly like me She no say nothin' she just I was a freak You can get all when I see you on the streets Not like a nigga you don't beef You know they do this for real mama You know that catch and they kill mama You know I'm feeling your style mama You know you got a love for the summer
She smell like Yves Saint My garms were Italy, I feel like the don Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Vuitton Saw her favourite rapper now she feeling my song she do is for the media I might duck your food and I don't need ya Her exes always tryna follow lead ya Her body tight she looking hot up a fever Got me eager
in my cup got me seeing every peng ting twice Now I'm feeling nice, no mixer ice She said I'm too cold, that's the ice Free my niggas that are scrubs doing for the rice taking pics but will you back the beef I'm a VIP, for real, these stacks on me beef with who I love that's a catastrophe Cos we came up from the mud its Glastonbury Fendi on my belt match my brown miss My Henny's super red thats expensive brown piss She said she tequila but I ain't about this I don't really drink Patron when I ain't around And I hate makeup a choice tho Rest assured you can't get up in this tho I'm up on all of my opps as far as go Cos no one's copping what we're copping this coin flow
She smell like Yves Saint My garms were from Italy, I like the don Paris Fashion I'm watching Louis Vuitton Saw her favourite rapper now she feeling my song she do is for the media I might duck your food and bredrin I don't ya Her exes always tryna follow I'mma ya Her body tight she looking hot up a fever Got me looking
She smell like Yves Laurent My garms were from Italy, I like the don Paris Fashion I'm watching Louis Vuitton Saw her favourite rapper listen now she feeling my she do is for the media I might duck food and bredrin I don't need ya Her always tryna follow I'mma lead ya Her body tight she hot up like a fever Got me eager
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