Correction Lyrics Givenchy Bag by Wiley

Featuring(s) : Chip, Future & Nafe Smallz

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Yeah, Pluto

Said she wanna go mi yard (Go)
Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (To my heart)
Said she wanna hit the mall (Hey)
Wanna show it off like a movie star, ayy
Said she used to the fraud (Fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy (Did you ever think you live this large?)
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything, the tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told her self serve, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing by my side
You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

She said she wan' go ah yard
Pon da road, she know me par too 'ard, ayy
She said she wan' go down ah West End
Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, ayy
She said she wan' buy a Givenchy bag, bag small but di price dem large
I'm Mr. Anyting, a anyting so mi ah go buy anyting that she want
She moving like a queen
Had to look twice
I told her babygirl, "Hey, everyting nice"
You ain't gotta worry, 'cause I got you to the end
You ain't lookin' like a five, girl, you lookin' like a ten

Super
Iced out down girl, keep it on loyal
Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah
And, maybe, do what I do it like, woah, woah, woah
Take me one more round, and we gon' hit the lotto
She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't addin' up
Prints on her now, gotta, gotta her
Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Yeah
Say she never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods
I should send you Primark just to keep a balance
One man to your pum pum, I could imagine
'Cause pussy feels better when getting it's a challenge
Trippy young nigga always flexing, it's apparent
You see me with a 10/10, just can't lower my standards
They saying she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga
So when her exes couldn't get the bill she was embarrassed, so
I could be your santa baby, with some claws though
Could never put a ring on any hoe, hoe, hoe
Way she wine sweet, what's that moscato?
Eh tik and tok, make it clap, bravo

She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak til the morn'
With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (Late)
Fuck your ex, that nigga old news (Uh)
You just need someone to go to
And she knows she a bad lil' momma
Givenchy, nah wan' no Dolce Gabbana
She finessing, never care about karma
Still I think that pussy might be worth all the drama, for real
On the eastside with this ice on chill, hey
I'm with the mandem still
But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed

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