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COMME DE GARCON
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Lil Wayne
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Okay, Comme Des Garcons and some new Saint Laurent Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it’s windy Too cold for the Devil, I’m snowin’ in Hell Skatin’ on marble, I flow in thin air I’m dancin’ on water, tip-toein’ on nails Can’t walk in my shoes, can’t roll in my wheels Can’t order my food, you throw up that meal Can’t do what I do, you can’t do me Yeah, I would not try to do you, I’m too me Look at my sons’ faces, I see the new me I look in they face and I see the beauty I take a vacation and go see some beautiful shit Come back with a whole different view of this shit My third eye just opened ’cause two wasn’t shit It’s either that or too many hallucinogens Got a cute-ass lil’ bitch with a coke habit That lil’ bitch at my crib ’til the snow cappin’ When we fuck, man, that shit make her go faster She so numb, man, that bitch ain’t got no passion Ain’t no love in that bitch, ain’t no romancin’ Ain’t no love in that bitch, ain’t got no magic Ain’t no judgin’ that bitch ’cause we both addicts She in love with this dick, it got gold status Huh, Comme Des Garcons I got that bread like a bitch got the barnacle Son got the bands on my dick and they bustin’ my balls And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers And I take off my Ethika, I’m gettin’ naked And she gettin’ wet and now I’m gettin’ erections Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her I’m blessin’ her, I think I pop too much ecs’ with her I fuck with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her Don’t care who left with her, I don’t wan’ F with her Hop off that pedestal if you wan’ leave Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable I’m on my medical, smokin’ my vegetable Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin’ you How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you Comme Des Garcons with that Yves Saint Laurent I mix new CDG with some new YSL I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel? All you get is “buck-buck” like a two-dollar bill I’m so fucked up, they say, “You gotta chill” So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you’re outta here Raw in the cut, smokin’ dope, poppin’ pills Since I’m goin’ so nuts, I drip pure almond milk Ugh, Comme Des Garcons, fuck what they all say Nigga, fuck what they done, I give a fuck what they on I run in your place, like, “Honey, I’m home,” like, “Honey, I’m wrong” ‘Cause I tell you, “I love you,” and honey, I don’t Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt I spend money on war, which one of y’all want war? None of y’all want war, that’s what the fuck l thought Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart Give a fuck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park Okay, Comme Des Garcons and some new Saint Laurent Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel Can’t walk in my shoes, you can’t roll in my wheels You can’t order my food, you gon throw up that meal Mula Gang, lil’ bitch Mula Gang, lil’ bitch Young Money, Mack Maine, Chaz, let’s get it No Ceilings 3
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