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& Gabbana, Louis Vuitton
Girl I'm tryna make you mine for a minute
Make you mine for a minute
Don't you ever blow my line unless you
Tell me what's next
We

cash, we can blow
Come and let's go (Let's go)
Take you anywhere diamonds on me (On me)
Head to my toes
Come and let's go (Let's go)
Love is in the air

heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we

Ya tote a forty when you blow a choppa
If getting money a lawn
Then I'm a grasshopper
Versace shades, red bone like I'm Big Poppa
Ay

Smoking big 50's

perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton.
.. (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you

white, got my shoes on, got my dead fly
My head right, gotta think left, hit a red light
My eyes wide, gotta see straight, finna pass by

Time I better

Percs like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God,

ball in Louis Vuitton
We in summer this ain't out til the fall
I-40 all the traffic
like the Red Sea all the brake lights
But I'll split it for ya

(Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger)
Okay

Bitch, I rock, roll, then cock, blow (okay)
Off my socks, hoes, I get them bitches wet

4 My Town (Play Ball)

Birdman

Pricele$$ [Deluxe Edition]

2009

priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by

Shawty from Russia pour up and roll up the gusher
Aye
If you ain’t talking bout bucks
Nigga need to shut the front door yeah
I’m rocking Louis and Prada

Letting time fly by
We been gone all night
Tell me if this wrong or it's right
Or this feeling for the night
Givenchy loui Prada girl that ain't a problem

Wear Louis V, feet got the Uggs
Prada my jeans, I'm getting top
She a machine, she do not stop
I'm with the routine, game is on lock
Like submarines,

been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by

Cause that's just money wasted
The real real leather
Tasted it
My girl in louis
Waisted it
And Louis V, my laces yea
I'm counting up more faces yeah
No

Unknown overcomer
Pando killed the beat
Tick tock tick tock
My time is coming
No doubt about it
It's happening
I'm about to blow
They about to know

Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal

then you gotta know it
Treat me like a catch you won't ever blow it

Lived her whole life like a Prima Dona
Went from one night to the whole summer
We

the math
Why they hate why they make me mad
Watch me stunt watch me blow a bag
Haitian boy with the Haitian swag
Matching Haitian flag coded to the max
I

don't see you niggas through the dirt. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man came up for the glow
Came a long way for the show. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't wait to blow
I

when I see ya imma show ya
Louis V shades I don't see ya I don't know ya
Make the wrong move like a nose imma blow ya
Everything cool like a pickle I'm

blow a candle, forty on my hip Imma shoot it like Randle
Step outside keep ya head onna swivel or get ya fuckin face blown off by a random
If you owe you

Breakfast

A$AP Rocky

SYRE

2017

blow, Pompeii
Jay driving it the wrong way
I do not see what your seeing
Lately, I feel European (dream)
Salmon, I'm swimming upstream
Look, I don't

inside, let’s make this shit right, yeah
Red bottoms kiss the floor
I walk in and I can't ignore
All that shine
See me how I blow up
From the bottom