Lyrics:
Aye draped up & dripped out
Aye, yeah we draped up & dripped out
Aye, where my bad bitches at, aye
Draped up, dripped out, tank tops, flip flops
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
clothes
Yea uh cash and the o's
Yea uh i just might buy u a rose
Flex on ya yay yay
I'm Burberry made
High fashion ain't cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex
made
Punctuate, I'm tailor made, Burberry made
Flex on ya yay yay
I'm Burberry made
High fashion ain't cheap
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya
I'm draped up in Ferragamo
Rockin all gold like a Pharoah
I keep extra ammo
Bitch nigga deep throat the barrel
I'm draped up in Ferragamo
Rockin' all
where's your house?
It?s built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt.
Alice, where's your clothes?
They?ll be sweet sheets around your eyes
My skill set through my
Skills– I’m an artist five years
Old, art school PhD
Art Institute of Chicago i am an artist
I have a condition called
(yeah)
Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (on ice) (know it's okay)
Ooh, VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (all ice) (yeah)
Yeah, I'm telling
I look like a model, I'm draped in designer from head to toe
Just walked in that spot, and I spent 10k on some clothes
I gotta get to the guap, I'm
I want it, layaway or a deposit
My Dad'll say "when you see clothes close ya eyelids"
We was sorta like Will Smith and his son
In the movie I ain't
juice, and I got keys, too
She bought so much baby clothes that I need kids, too
I got hoes, I got roads, I got four, so
When niggas look in my eye, they
memories
In the windows
On sad and lonely mannequins
Draped with my hopes
And I find my stories
In your garbage bins
With pieces of my skin
And the clothes I
I want it, layaway or a deposit
My Dad'll say "when you see clothes close ya eyelids"
We was sorta like Will Smith and his son
In the movie I ain't
the spot
When all the shutters is down, bitch we be still in the shop
I shop for clothes when it's closed, that's why I feel like the boss
In my vintage eBay
mad
Draped an dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung
Toss 'em off the lakes
mad
Draped an dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I ain't no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge, yes be leaving them sprung
Toss 'em off the lakes
a four-leaf clover
Escape, escape
I wish I had somewhere to go
I find shelter in hope
I walk with the ghosts like they're stitched to my clothes
I keep
goodbye."
"Alice, where's your house?"
"It's built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt."
"Alice, where's your clothes?"
"They'll be sweet
hoeish too
You got yourself a singer, ah
When it was on, we was on fire
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town
Draped you head
clothes for the weekend
You a D-bag
I don't need that
I just changed into clothes for the weekend
Got me drippin' like I'm pitchin' make 'em relapse
I just
and the clothes
I been that nigga on the corner with the most
I been that nigga I been that nigga
My dogs a shooter please don't make me send that nigga
I been
really awesome
Now walk up to the club like "What up? I got a hit song"
I'm so pumped, I bought some clothes from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is
Her nightmare had just begun
Liquid brains oozing from his nose
Hatching vermin worming through his head
Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
Whut it do Wuz Pop'n
First Things First I Stop & to Do A Little Shop'n
Fell up out da vault make stops & drop a little gwap
On Some Clothes Suits
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