Correction Lyrics Margiela Man by MadeinTYO & UnoTheActivist

Featuring(s) : MadeinTYO

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[Intro: UnoTheActivist]
I'm a Margiela man, man
I'm a Margiela man
(Dream, this shit go dummy)

[Chorus: UnoTheActivist]
Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah, yeah), I'm a Margiela man
Margiela (What?), Margiela (What?), Margiela (What?), I'm a Margiela man
I got YSL on me, but I'm far from a saint
Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink
I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank
I be in pieces you can't find

[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist]
Putting this shit on, yeah
I be putting this shit on, that's all I'm saying
Talking crazy, I got on these Ricky boots, I stomp 'em in
I walk inside of Margiela and then they like, "Oh, there he go again"
Watch your mouth, almost caught a briefcase like a businessman
A minuteman, we both know you weren't shit before I took you in
Thinking about taking them out, that's something I'm looking at
I got boogers in every single chain, I know they seeing me
Your ho still gon' stick around, this ho getting rid of me
I got Undercover on, why they still be sleep on me?
They just don't know what I'm on, but they still be feeling me
I see what be going on, honestly, it's killing me
Bands on demand, they gon' give it to me willingly

[Chorus: UnoTheActivist]
Margiela (Yeah), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
Margiela (What?), Margiela (Yeah), Margiela, I'm a Margiela man
I got YSL on me, but I'm far from a saint
Ain't no water wells, drippin', I cannot fall from a sink
I got on my Number (N)ine when I walk in the bank
I be in pieces you can't find

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Margiela man, toes in the sand (Ooh)
Tattoos on my hand, I feel like Mac Miller, man
I can't trust none of y'all, I need the stacks in my hand (No)
Stacks in my hand, yeah, stacks in my hand
I been counting all that money, need a money counter, man
Baby girl, you getting thick, won't you put it in my hand?
Can you be my real supporter? Can you be my real stan?
Boy, shoutout to my lawyer, that's my homie, that's my friend (G)
Boy, I can't even lie, yeah, I'm fresh as a bitch (G)
Yeah, them boys gon' hate, they don't put on no fits (G)
They ain't rocking how I'm rocking, boy, I really rock this shit (Skrt)
And them niggas say they real, usually ain't real, lil' bitch (Ha)

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