R.I.P. McQueen Freestyle
CamilosGarden
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(Yeah, aye) (Uh) (Float, float, float, float) (Hold up) I can’t shop at any store Copping shit from magazines Pay attention to the clothes Rocking shit you’ll never see Go on stage and hit my whoa Neck and wrist on Louis V Kicks all white just like the Pope Rest in peace that boy McQueen, yeah Garden back and he ball with the racks all day Nigga wanna try hit a lick but I got the gang okay I told that boy to stop capping Nigga don’t get no cake I cannot f*ck with these broke boys nah Nigga I’m okay Iced out watch I don’t know the time zone Bitches call me baby Rocking Baby Milo Taking all these snaps while they singing my song Vetements socks I don’t f*ck with long johns On that Rosedale timing Skrting through 147 Ave while we shining Balling like it’s 2k12 Not the Mayans Everything I do, I do it big I’m too high end yeah I can’t shop at any store Copping shit from magazines Pay attention to the clothes Rocking shit you’ll never see Go on stage and hit my whoa Neck and wrist on Louis V Kicks all white just like the Pope Rest in peace that boy McQueen, yeah Ayo shawty can you flex with me? I must admit, you impressing me With that new Dior, ooh excellent Got a few fits I can dress you in With some new McQueen, yeah it’s Heaven sent Huh, shawty bad and it’s evident Leave her back dead like dead presidents When the bills blue, they all Benjamins I’m a fly nigga but a gentlemen All your ex-men, I’m better than So pull up in the Benz sedan Bring your girlfriend Oh, I’ll let her in Yeah, I’ll let her in, yeah Stacking my paper Man f*ck all the haters I do what I want I don’t owe noone favors I roll with the crew Only W3 players I go to my treehouse and work on my bangers I know why they mad Cause they really can’t stand us They hate cause I’m young and I’m getting my bands up These brand new McQueens Yeah they looking outstanding Palm Angels my wings I don’t think that I’m landing Yeah Feel me? (Feel me, feel me, uh uh) Rest in peace McQueen, man (Garden) Float, float, float I can’t shop at any store Copping shit from magazines Pay attention to the clothes Rocking shit you’ll never see Go on stage and hit my whoa Neck and wrist on Louis V Kicks all white just like the Pope Rest in peace that boy McQueen, yeah (Garden) (Yeah)
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Written by: CAMILO YEPES, RON SUPREME
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