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Ask me whats better, VETEMENTS or Margiela?
You or her? Which is better
Got 'Marney shit on, like a sweater
Balenci I said it was better
My pockets so fat it never miss dinner
I couldn't take bro anywhere, he a spinner
I couldn't take her anywhere with no manners
She look at my shirt, my pants, so much dripper
Damn, why you trippin?
I got knowledge to shit, I ain't missin
Yeah I get by with my shit, I ain't dissin
Switch up the drac' got me feelin like Ben 10
"Where yo location lil' nigga?" I'm sendin'
Pull up to place, where a' nigga be hidden'
You look at my face, before yours get hit in
You push up my place, please ain't think that I'm pimpin'
You can stay down baby, I ain't meant, to do that
I just got Glock, and I meant, to shoot that
How you got Glock and you didn't even shoot back?
Just got this bag man it still got the new tag
He ain't gon', nope, nigga don't even do that
How I'm gon push up the place where the food at?
Really, though baby, I don't even know her
Plug finna gimme that pack like a loaner
'Member day's I was all on my own
Didn't see college wanted get it poppin'
I got too high want pull it out they socket
762, I told her I could rock it
Nigga mad 'bout a chick I did not hit
Goofy ass, tryna fly like a cockpit
Not with your gang, only moving with top picks
Pushing through, yeah, I'm in it for profits
She a firestarter, got AR in her garments
And this Smith too hot, let my arm heal
Lil bro in the box, now the car flip
Don't take me on no stain, I'm not him
Y'all run in his spot, ready to drop him
Focused on wins, got weight in my pockets
One more trip to Balenci, they always got it
Dripped out heavy, her vibe just too nice
(Crip) Her pussy on too nice, been with that shit get me too nice
I broke her feelins'? Well shit I ain't do nun'
Tell my cup-
What?
Tell my cup I'm still in love, you my boo thang
All of these feelins' on me, I'm annoyed
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