Lyrics:
Diamonds hella cold
Like Aspen brrrr Pedal to the floor I'm Nashing
Watch a nigga whip it out The bowl
I'm nasty ugh Cuban set New baguette water
Wet charter
ich bin ein Bastard
Baguettes in meiner Kette die sind nicht von einem Bäcker
Und mein Baby ist ein thug sie brauch ein hustler brauch ein Trapper
In
would think that we in Texas
Book a flight go to Paris just for breakfast
I like baguettes even more so in my necklace
Roley on each wrist cuz my money
love with the game
VVS on my wrist and baguettes on my chain
VVS on my diamonds
Took his bitch, she in love with my timin'
On my wrist boy you know that
don't really step
Got the thunder like chet my earrings a flex
They all is upset I got em in check
This cuban baguettes got cuban connects
If you
till I'm fourty four
Diamonds dancing in my Rollie like the dosey doe
Baguettes all up in my face, came straight from Tokyo
I'ma do my lil dance
perfect timing
With baguettes because they ain't gone shine like normal diamonds
Make 'em sick right in they gut soon as they see I'm shining
An I'm on my
you been sore
So take ya tastings, no wait ya wasting
Glazing these hits more than Pillsbury pastries
Tea party here, and I'm rollin with baguettes
I'm
estates
Keep them choppas on me
Ain't no 1 on 1
Catch a head shot nigga
One and done
Iced out the Rollie This a 1 or 1
It's baguettes In this bitch
slapped out
Baguettes be glaring man that shit look like glass now
Ion even be caring no more when I cashout
Passout
He seen these guns had a stroke
So many
baguettes might give you the flu
Try to compete and you'll lose
Can't afford to walk around a day in my shoes
I need something to change my mood
Bitches come
nostalgic
I done came up from that low
I'm fina ball out Fosho
Flawless baguettes and gold tempur-Pedic
Michael Jackson tell em bitches to Beat it
Ice on my
hovers, like the angel of death
All black but the skin tone, after diamonds and checks
Rather stack my portfolio than give these ladies baguettes
Real
brow
Then go fuck up a check
Move forward, no regret
All I want is audemar
Audemar with some baguettes
that's right on the edge
The shit might hurt you
Homies rotten flexing all the baguettes
They souls is curdled
I'm a bad boy
Willy on the track but
She like my baguettes that's the Lucky charms
All my bitches goals, on my soul, I'm a leprechaun
We was drinking whiskey 'till they black out like
baguette
Nigga i’m crazy don’t ever forget
I made the beat hope you fuckin’ wit it
You get out this life what you put in this shit
I need a baddie like Nami
moves, good ideas...
In different bodies
French baguette, aioli, peyote
Drizzled in a litany of exquisite piffery
I always hear the nervous laughter
difference
Super pimp should have a S on my chest
Gold rope on this pinky pimping ain't on baguettes
I ain't here preach you here to Teach you
Unfamiliar with
bien
Taba salvando los de cien
Pa en tu dedo pone' un baguette
Ya nada me cree
Desde que
Te fuiste ahora pa todo me haces falta
No lo creo
Los buenos
out with couple baguettes, yeah
Coming up next, yeah
I'm one of the best, yeah
Don't need nobody's blessing coz I'm already blessed, yeah
Don't want
out with couple baguettes, yeah
Coming up next, yeah
I'm one of the best, yeah
Don't need nobody's blessing coz I'm already blessed, yeah
Don't want
that baguettes
Check the time what's that Patek
I know it's hard to digest
That when he see me he invest
& we ain't even having sex, yet
Niggas talking
Peekaboo
Dos Phillie Perco y Aderal
Tusi que eres malva
El humo no deja ver pero brilla tú corset
Las líneas de white son Baguette
Lo hacemos en el Porsche
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