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Yo I've seen this, one young lady walking down the Street, Everything was done from her hair to her feet. (with Some) Coach kicks, tight Guess jeans, LV bag, shirt was from Armani. So, I ran up and I said, "W'sup?" Duced myself properly but she didn't give a- what? So confused, what did I do wrong? Now where have all the cool girls gone? Don't care about your Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being Beautiful girls, in a confused world In your flashy necklace and your long curls. Now let me take this opportunity to tell you that your Louis, Vougue, True Religion jeans are kinda skeptical You can have less, no need to impress. More money, more problems, leading more stress. Compulsively sliding cards sticking in debt Unimportant things quickly become the asset. See I'm the kinda dude, who likes a simple chick, Who'd rather skip a party for a night just to catch a flick. 'Cause nothing else matters to me, you see Just a little bit antsy, fancy With a tad bit of taste and some easy beauty. And a laid back, cool, chill, personality. So pretty please don't get offended 'cause I'm a normal guy But I just like women that don't have to try. Don't care about your Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being Cool girls all around the world now throw your hands up in the air If you got the simple things keep em' up like you really don't care Don't care about your Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Them things like that don't make me want ya I'm just looking for other things Like a dope conversation with another being.
Writer(s): Joel Cowell, Jeffrey Bernat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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