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Throw it in the trunk if you want, if you want Anything she want, Saint Laurent, Fendi Fonts She gon blow a bag on a bag all at once You gon blow a bag on a bag all at once Said she feel my vibe and she can't get enough She done fell too hard, fell in love like a clutz Leather Louis clutch just to hold all her stuff She rock all her shoes and they don't collect dust Tom Ford cologne for the must is a must She wonder what I gross but it's not to discuss Losers run they mouth, they gon cuss they gon fuss You the first to talk but your pockets runner up Throw it in the trunk if you want, if you want Anything she want, Saint Laurent, Fendi Fonts She gon blow a bag on a bag all at once You gon blow a bag on a bag all at once She got what I want but I can't get enough Tryna blow your back, I ain't even tryna front Tryna run my pockets, I ain't going like a punk I don't sweat a tag, if you want it, stack it up (Ay) And designer things fall on her body She like the finer things, spend it on her hobbies She divine in jeans, posing in the lobby Something don't define her means, she don't gotta have it Throw it in the trunk if you want, if you want Anything she want, Saint Laurent, Fendi Fonts She gon blow a bag on a bag all at once You gon blow a bag on a bag all at once Supermodel strut, Valentino on your butt Baby throw it back, make it jump, make it jump Drinking all your water so your skin got no bumps Eating all your fruits so your junk got no funk Doing all them squats that thing looking plump Got your own bag so you move how you want You know I don't feed no birds, better eat what you hunt She having me for brunch and the view oceanfront Throw it in the trunk
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