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Luis Requetes
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Givenchy, Prada, Balenci, same thing
Fucking on this model bitch, she loves giving me brain
Hoping she don't fall in love, because theres no other way
I just ran up that little backend, it hit today
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Woah
Yeah she want a bag, I had to bag it
(Yeah)
Louis, Birkin baby, yeah that's cash bitch, woah
I'm a rockstar, you ain't lasting
And you're a faker, you're a catfish
I just rock these Vetements, what do you know about Vetements?
T-Will thats my twin, and he got on Vetements
And we sipping Dom Perignon
And we sipping Dom Perignon
(Woah)
Told her carry on and I don't really need your love
I don't need it at all
I don't how to deal with this, I had to let her go
I don't know what this feeling is, I feel it in my bones
And you thought it would work, but I knew that it wont
And I'm tired of just feeling this, feeling this, way
Givenchy, Prada, Balenci, same thing
Fucking on this model bitch, she loves giving me brain
Hoping she don't fall in love, because theres no other way
I just ran up that little backend, it hit today
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Way, Way, Up
Writer(s): Luis Requetes
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