Paroles de FLYGOD 2x

Luxurious (Grrt) (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Grrt) Griselda Ayo I'ma take you back to the ski mask, Chanel, CO with my mail I can never fail (Ah) I can read through you, I can tell you a tale (Mm) You ain't never ate Ruth's Chris in a cell (Uh-uh) Everything grail, you movin' at the pace of a snail Supreme blientele 'cause my cocaine pale (Ah) This rap doin' alright, my dope house swell In Egypt readin' quarterlies, cutter doin' well I'm on a mountain, R&B bitches on my bandwagon Boxes cost five hundred, I got my pants saggin' (Mm) If he had to drive fifty miles, it was head crackin' Back when I popped the fitted, I had the Lex' wagon (Skrrt) True story, I can get anything done Runway Gucci jean suit, hair in the bun Santorini black sand, dick sucks in the Sun The top three and not three or two, but I'm the (One) Venata lows, see, me, I'm the model type (Ah) Balenciaga tall tee with the piranha bites Ace rosé on ice Hit you broad day, fuck you and the police (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Nigga, I'm dos nice Boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom Super FlyGod To— to JAY-Z, to André, to Westside Gunn For— For makin' me just wanna rap again I fuckin' love it, I love rap, it changed niggas' lives