LUXURIOUS
Jdas
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My drip, my swag, my sauce, different My drip, my swag, my sauce, it's hittin
Yo chick, my pad, we laugh, chillin' Rock it, too lit, we dance, jiggin
My drip, my swag, my sauce, different My drip, my swag, my sauce, it's hittin
Yo chick, my pad, we laugh, chillin' Rock it, too lit, we dance, jiggin
Satan sheets and Silk Robes sittin' back, I feel luxurious
I'ma chill, need a mani-pedi, cause my feet get all these calluses
On the daily, I was ready for them, come up dust bunnies in my pockets
Fat boy lookin' really heavy metal, every time you know I rock fits
Faster than a cheetah sprintin' at me, my tongue game is dangerous
Your baby mommy got succulent titties on this ship, I'm the captain
My voice gets raspy, some one pass me that Kool-Aid in
Toxic energy near finicity slicing before im tainted
Lame nigga to boss man, you a fuck nigga if you hatin
Scary shit, don't scare me, I'm a big dog, im courageous
Power moves in front of me, from the moment I become famous
Stand for what I stand for, there's no way youll change it
Doper than me, your ass could never be runnin' the beat
How its supposed to be in synchrony, owe me apologies, that's Stephanie
Come here and blow on me, no guarantee, that you will step on me
Good Lemmon squeeze, shots of the hennesy, apparently
I'm known for killin' things, you're sauce a three, just like a referee
My drip, my swag, my sauce, different
My drip, my swag, my sauce, it's hittin
Your chick, my pad, we laugh, chillin
Rock it, too lit, we dance, jiggin
My drip, my swag, my sauce, different
My drip, my swag, my sauce, it's hittin
Your chick, my pad, we laugh, chillin
Rock it, too lit, we dance, jiggin
I step out in that jogger fit, that's simple shit, fuck what you think
Bleach jeans, I'm bout to rip em, fat boy been too clean
So much anime on my body, you would think I was Japanese
I might fuck around, fuck the club up, take the shirt off, sip martinis
Gassed up, get your racks up, wet shirt contest, shoot em up
Nova pulled up with twisted tees, I'm geeked up, bro, pass me one
Let my chain swing, you fugazi, take a trip to Jamaica
Designer durag yo baby, mom love to rub her hand through the velvet
Customizable, fashion IQ, got the dopest scholarship
If being yourself became illegal, then fuck it, I'll take the consequences
Rich, minded, couldnt be broke, most niggas lackin' that common sense
Trust me, believe me, I'm feelin' way too luxurious
Yeah, yeah, yeah