Lyrics:
She rock dolce gabana
She like balenciagas
You my balmain thang
My girl stay in designer
She go Burberry crazy
Christian Louboutins daily
You
I need it dead or alive
(Need it)
I need it dead or alive
Look
If I want it imo get it
(Imo get it)
Put some balmain on a credit
Raf simons imo get
I
I’m in my bag i got the wave
I think im Lamar im making plays
I spent a rack on these balmains
I send a hit i get u sprayed
All of niggas throwing up
the key to your heart
Foreign car push to start
Balmain dripping in sauce my little shooter he hugging the charge
Better be money if I get involved
She
Khalifa Kush outer space Voltron
Pronouncing Balmains like Balmains
The ladies like my eyes and my jawlines
I cannot complain got em actin like they
Im from a side where niggas is wilding wearing balmain that's italian
I gotta dot on the blicky i spot em Pepperoni wounds we got em
Im from
My bae White af cocaine
Spent like at 20k at balmain
Put'em on payroll iont get paid
Spent a 100k boy its okay
My bae White af cocaine
Spent like
Yeah, yeah
I got cash up on my mind
If I sag it’s ‘cause the money heavy
On my grind
I walk in jeans, I want some Mike Amiri’s
Balmains
phone
I think I'm bad to the bone but she really gone take a good look at my phone
I'm rockin balmain and I'm swerving day but I'm really just feeling
yet I'm still tha same nigga
Stomp a nigga
I got blood on my balmain denims
Niggas out here fighting demons
I be hanging wit em
Throw yo hood up
I
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I got the Off-White on me (On me)
It's bizarre yeah
I got the drip on my jeans (On my jeans)
They're Balmain yeah
I got
(Balenciaga)
Balmain, red bottom
She rocking Prada
Baby tie the knot
Me and you fuck the drama
Lightskin Mariana
Shorty dripped out
Ten toes
Balenciaga
Детка на мне
Обучил её твистеру
Парень ты lame
Парень ты low range
Нахуй твой gang
Нахуй твой drip chaine
Стиль от Balmain
Bottle игристого
Детка на
Это balmain (balmain) куплю ей все (все)
Тело так манит не нахожу слов (нет,нет)
Трачу все время на музло (музло)
Money flow чекай, не легко
Все мои
You look to my balmain,
Need no talks,
You just want it me for the fame.
No need to be jealous,
You gonna come out, and leave me,
And that’s why I’m
Passo na casa dela de foguete
Essa “bitch” só quer “Balmain”
Eu to gelado mais do que sorvete
A minha “gang” é “no love”
Dentro do carro ouvindo 808
Gucci bagga
Balmain Jacka
Cartier Planga
Everything designer
But I don't fuck with that designer
See me in the cut I rock my own shit
Gucci bagga
I got on Balmain used to rock g
What yea yea
I got on Balmain used to rock g
What yea yea
I got on Balmain used to rock g star
Ain't shit change I'm
Me achei, balmain pra minha bae essa bag tá cheia de nota de cem
Cheguei, agora é a minha vez de mostra pra todo mundo que eu sou capaz também
Calei
Prada, Balmain, Burberry, Fendi
É a picadilha que o moleque é diferente
Porsche 20 20 pra atacar
A 200 na Rangoni sentindo Guarujá
Prada,
Cancello le nostre storie
Non ho fake friends
Né Balmain
L'unica era lei
Non ho fake friends
Né Balmain
L'unica era lei
Mi mandava in
Down Down Down
Mi
gang)
Gucci Balmain j'suis pété saoul
On leurs a trop donné ils nous trop déçu (Gang gang)
J'veux juste rentrer à la maison
Faire mes sous sans me poser
Elle veut tizer
Elle veut tizer
Tarpé dans le jean Balmain
Ça va bang jusqu'à demain
Les diamant dansent sur son torse
Coke dans soutien gorge
Elle
Ice on my watch
No days off
Still grinding like a boss
Won’t take a loss
Dripping down I’m in Balmain
See me serving I’m in all lanes
Bad bitch give
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