CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Don’t Step on My Saint Laurent
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ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
I just bought a new K, call it the dirty stick
Got a Glock and I load it with the thirty clip
It gon' burn when I hit you with these hollow tips
Call my n***as psychos, 'cause we murder sh*t
F**ked my b*t*h best friend, now she over it
And if the ho get on my nerves, I might just leave the b*t*h
I ain't got no heart so I can't love a b*t*h
When the b*t*h done suckin' d**k, I give the ho the kick
Hop up in the whip, hit one b***on, lift
Even though I got a whip, that b*t*h still catch a Lyft
Exotic, two lanes, don't know which to pick
Hit one b***on and I'm gone, shadow in the mist
That's your b*t*h up in the kitchen, hit it with her fists
Put her hand in the pot, came out with a fish, yeah
I just bought a drop and I got it detailed
I shop at Saks Fifth, all your sh*t retail
If you wanna book me, here's the email
I need ten for a show or I won't be there
I wear Comme des Garçons 'cause this sh*t rare
And when your ho see all this drip, I bet that b*t*h stare, ayy
Got a lot of guns like the cartel
F**ked another n***a's b*t*h, oops, oh well
VVS in, b*t*h I'm all well
F**k one shot, he get all shells
F**k 12, I can't grow up in no jail cells
Until we out, these n***as trappin', they ain't made bail
That sh*t cap
You ain't never been up in no trap
N***as lame, tellin' lies in they raps
That lil' pistol, you ain't never blew a strap
Racks, racks, Wopster got them racks
B*t*hes love a hood n***a, watch that lil' b*t*h throw it back
B*t*h I got exquisite attire, I'm rockin' Gucci slacks
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
I just bought a new K, call it the dirty stick
Got a Glock and I load it with the thirty clip
It gon' burn when I hit you with these hollow tips
Call my n***as psychos, 'cause we murder sh*t
F**ked my b*t*h best friend, now she over it
And if the ho get on my nerves, I might just leave the b*t*h
I ain't got no heart so I can't love a b*t*h
When the b*t*h done suckin' d**k, I give the ho the kick
Hop up in the whip, hit one b***on, lift
Even though I got a whip, that b*t*h still catch a Lyft
Exotic, two lanes, don't know which to pick
Hit one b***on and I'm gone, shadow in the mist
That's your b*t*h up in the kitchen, hit it with her fists
Put her hand in the pot, came out with a fish, yeah
I just bought a drop and I got it detailed
I shop at Saks Fifth, all your sh*t retail
If you wanna book me, here's the email
I need ten for a show or I won't be there
I wear Comme des Garçons 'cause this sh*t rare
And when your ho see all this drip, I bet that b*t*h stare, ayy
Got a lot of guns like the cartel
F**ked another n***a's b*t*h, oops, oh well
VVS in, b*t*h I'm all well
F**k one shot, he get all shells
F**k 12, I can't grow up in no jail cells
Until we out, these n***as trappin', they ain't made bail
That sh*t cap
You ain't never been up in no trap
N***as lame, tellin' lies in they raps
That lil' pistol, you ain't never blew a strap
Racks, racks, Wopster got them racks
B*t*hes love a hood n***a, watch that lil' b*t*h throw it back
B*t*h I got exquisite attire, I'm rockin' Gucci slacks
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*t*h cost me some racks, ayy
