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Fuck! Ayo, Dom Pérignon pissing Panamera pineapple with the apple ceiling That's fruits of our labor right? Audemars hand flipping on my a-alike Alexander Wang or McQueen having dreams Of Rosé bubble baths and drying off with cream I need a plug like Rayful's Addiction to Thom Browne sweatsuits And every gold Jesús That rusty ass trey-deuce will do yo' ass filthy That retro Versace button up so silky Drop head landed on the curb, I threw my B's up TEC with the air conditioner, nigga ease up My flow is so extravagant Y'all niggas lacking it Don't think for one second I ain't packing it Immaculate, true Style spectacular, yes Jewelry got me all fresh Actually I'm the best Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest I had the McFly's on you couldn't step in my checks So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go So if the devil wears Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher Ayo, fresher than fresh Doper than dope So much fishscale, that the scale done broke The Margiel's murder she wrote, Cartier loaks Fiending for Neiman put the MAC to your throat We known for crack dealing Ferrari jeep with the glass ceiling Fashion week, pull a gat out on Raf Simmons Mayo jars got us famous, sporting car Venatus Picked up the triple beam Kiss the Lord, we finally made it I had to flush that big eight when the pigs raided I know some dealers that been caged in since Reagan I'm so fucking amazing Phillip Plein blows in it when you open it Immaculate, true Style spectacular, yes Jewelry got me all fresh Actually I'm the best Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest I had the McFly's on you couldn't step in my checks So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go, yo Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermès store somebody save me So here we go So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher
Writer(s): Westside Gunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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