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skinny jeans & rick owens
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What you wanna buy? (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can put the blicky in the Ricky's, what you wanna buy?
I can put the Ricky with the blicky when you wanna- (err)
I can put that Ricky with that blicky, what you wanna buy? (Hey, where's Rolo?)
Go, bitch, go
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my dick up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
You ain't with the business, you call mommy for your chip, huh?
Hundred dollar shirt, I take it off, you get your shit snuck
Diamonds on your chain, boy, show them off, you got your shit tucked
But, when I pull it out, don't make no noise, don't let your bitch run
And no, this ain't no G-Lock, this an AR, this a big gun
You ain't pull up with a vest and helmet? Boy, you big dumb
You the type to bust inside your head before your bitch come
"Sorry Sui, I ain't mean that comment, I'm a bitch, bruh"
My VLONE is faker than a bitch, it's from the thrift, cuh
You don't got the money for your drip, go hit a lick, son
I ain't have that money for a bit, but now I'm big up
Half these kids ain't even underground, their labels big bruh
Took down my song they don't want me to blow
Put it back up, now they sent me a call
Why would I sign? I got plaques on my walls
DJ the guy, I can't sell out at all
See I'm slidin' through the trenches in my momma Cadillac
Told little bro "Just slide the pole" we know he can't handle that
Let me found out you a snitch, you know how we handle rats
I'm so quick to up the clip and tell my soldiers "Roger that"
Bitch
Skinny jeans and-, they tried to take my song down (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Rick owens)
'Cause I'm screaming fuck the industry (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all some pussies, y'all some bitches (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bitch ass over here (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, catch his ass, let's go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my dick up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
Real trap shit
Trap-A-Holics, we make it look easy
Fuck with your boys
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