Self Love

(Twelve-O-Nine)

Got a thirty on my seat, uh

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Push up coupe, uh

**** copyin' all the **** swag, he a dupe, uh

I'm the **** buyin' all the motherfuckin' juice

I'm the one who buyin' all the Margiela shoe

I'm the one who call yo' bitch phone and have her clue

I walk inside a room and made the lil' ho choose

Pro sex, woah, bitch wet, woah

Hellcat turnin' up the whole damn road

VETEMENTS ho, Martine Rose

Drinkin' out the pint, I don't mix it wit the soda

Fuck her in the booth, ah

Bought another bitch, bought her brand new shoes

Braid my hair, bitch rock a **** jewels

Buying out this thing, had a whole crib move

Big crib movie, yuh

Young **** hit L.A., we play by GTA rules

Your bitch call my phone in the morning, I hit snooze

I get horny at night, play her like a fool

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Balenciaga bitch, I done did it on my own, ho

I done bought the whole Chrome store, I don't want Chrome no more

Flying out the country, out in Paris, up in Juneau

I done fucked a foreign hoe, I done made a Juno

They payed attention to a **** swag, this shit that you should know

I walk inside designer stores, say I need your usual

Baby stop my cup, I don't need no Hennessy

I threw up all my guts mixing molly with the lean

I don't do regrets, I spend a hundred in a week

I cashed the check and I spend it like a teen

You can stay like my fucking stylist in a magazine

And baby, you can fuck right now, yeah

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