Lyrics:
blue Mercedes
I hit up Tiffany for Tiffany for you my lady
Deflated heart caused by cheating and I ain't talking Brady
Slim shady I'm on my 8th mile
Burnin blunts like palm trees
Ride or die like Bonnie
Might snap & Empty a whole clip
I'm his main bitch
Like Jim Jones - his Honey Dip (Dip!)
Blue bands
Ain't feelin' me?
Uh, diamond wrist, wrist Diamonds Tiffany
Uh, Supra E, I rock with Supra E
Won't do shit for free
'cause you ain't shit to me
I got cash
waiting? you came with baggage like vacations
But your soul is vacant
If I put you on my spaceship these challenges can't be complacent
Why is you naked?
a home
Tiffany's blue, I'm in my zone
(Yeah)
(Aye)
Mistreated misguided, call us captains flying private
Everybody switched when they got some money, clown
shift, it’s Christmas Day
We gonna light up like it’s Christmas
We gonna light up like it’s Christmas
Baby what you want, baby what you need... I’ll give
to talk but my hair was a mess
and i didnt mean to push you off
or come off rude but
this was kinda wierd like deja-vu so
hi my name is Tiffany
can we
of the Tiffany&co store.
I saw you walk up slowly to a black Porsche
black Porsche-black Porsche-black Porsche
black Porsche-black Porsche
I saw you walk up slowly
In the height of war I will never be the same
Tired of bottling pain
Seeing they all think the same
Knowing a lot is gone change
Staying up when I
back like they checked to see if the steak done
How the hell is that A1
All restored when the day comes
People want what you got
But you know they not
with hot models and rock throttles
I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave {HA!) alone, end up like Castellano
Believe me, she flap her gums
Look her in the eye, I talk my word it got her slippery
I don't trust a word this niggas say, he to fidgety
She like what I do, I do it better, I do it
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother on Russian aristocracy
With wit's like sabre through silk
He was
You came for the Bag, The Racks?
I guess you don't love me, We know That's a fact, You gave me a chance
You after the bag, Like Tiffany and Britney, You
called me right back, man it called me right back, oh no
I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa,
called me right back, man it called me right back, oh no
I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa,
I rather be here than in jail
Even if you're living safely
You can catch a bullet like you playing safety
Keep that thought in mind cause frankly
bitches faint
Bite the style but they cant
Hook:
Fuck is you tellin me nah, I don't give in to that negative shit
Tiffany, Tiffany yah diamonds I put
on our gold spokes
I'm tipping through on my shorty, eyes look Tiffany blue
Methodous flows killing these niggas, Christians approved
Very wild, no
when it shine
Boy this a custom, you ain't ever seen this sitting up in Highline nor inside Tiffany's (Hell nah)
Lightbulbs on me like I just had
Diamonds pearls I take you across the world
You say you like Tiffany okay thats our new girl
I thought you werent listening
I check my streams you
Time is the healer, time was on my hands
The bus stopped at tiffany's
So i went to hear the band
I saw Cinderella, then the curtain dropped
Time
bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm balling I'm not talking 'bout a ball
I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany
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