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Comme des Garçons
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Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails Can't walk in my shoes, can't roll in my wheels Can't order my food, you throw up that meal Can't do what I do, you can't do me Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me I look in they face and I see the beauty I take a vacation and go see some beautiful sh*t Come back with a whole different view of this sh*t My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't sh*t It's either that or too many hallucinogens Got a cute-ass lil' b*t*h with a coke habit That lil' b*t*h at my crib 'til the snow cabbin When we f**k, man, that sh*t make her go faster She so numb, man, that b*t*h ain't got no passion Ain't no love in that b*t*h, ain't no romancin' Ain't no love in that b*t*h, ain't got no magic Ain't no judgin' that b*t*h 'cause we both addicts She in love with this d**k, it got gold status Huh, Comme Des Garçons I got that bread like a b*t*h got the barnacle Son got the bands on my d**k and they bustin' my balls And she play with my d**k, make me bust in my drawers And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked And she gettin' wet and now I'm gettin' erections Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much ecs' with her I f**k with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent I mix new CDG with some new YSL I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel? All you get is "buck-buck" like a two-dollar bill I'm so f**ked up, they say, "You gotta chill" So-so f**ked up, Tunechi, you're outta here Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, f**k what they all say n***a, f**k what they done, I give a f**k what they on I run in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong" 'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and honey, I don't Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt I spend money on war, which one of y'all want war? None of y'all want war, that's what the f**k l thought f**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart Give a f**k what that cost, suffer that loss Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park f**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart Give a f**k what that cost, gotta suffer that loss Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel Can't walk in my shoes, you can't roll in my wheels You can't order my food, you gon throw up that meal Comme Des Garçons
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