Lyrics:
case of cool
He's out of sight he surfs alright
And he ain't nobody's fool
He's got a face that fits on GQ
and a natural taste in style
moment of clarity here (here)
Whole lot of clarity, VVS my ear (ear)
Way I dress up, GQ Man of the Year (I deserve)
Will I be this nigga? Same nigga
locked, and I got the key
Keep a swisher full of kush, so I'm high
Should have been in the GQ, the flow so fly
The word is mine that you niggas didn't
locked, and I got the key
Keep a swisher full of kush, so I'm high
Should have been in the GQ, the flow so fly
The word is mine that you niggas didn't
out for cops
You a girl with no fear people put ya hands in the air
For the GQ man of the year
That bentley that polstry leather, the leather
tooth is, yeah, I'm a strange human
This insane jewelry collection, it'll take a week to shoot it
Record an album with Mercedes, let GQ EQ it
I think
Mercedes, let GQ EQ it (haha)
I think I'm Frank Lucas, slang where my boo thing school is (yeah)
A straight A-student (word), boy, the brain stupid
Leave
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest nigga alive
Super stand up guy, tallest nigga alive
GQ Party, Chateau Marmont
Saint Laurent suit I had
like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
GQ style ma', let me put a bug in
fear people put ya hands in the air
For the GQ man of the year
That Bentley that polstry leather, the leather
That be up in the coats I wear
out for cops
You a girl with no fear people put ya hands in the air
For the GQ man of the year
That bentley that polstry leather, the leather
girls
It was all a dream, GQ magazines
Hit the Billboard, throwin' up the 2 when the big G
Young world, young world
Make way for the new progressive
us
I'm Mister GQ when I'm gracing on the cover
Plus I'm multi-talented it's like I'm Donald Glover
Like what the fuck you talking 'bout? I'm
niggaz really got dough?
None o' us.
Yo yo, yo.
[Chorus: x3]
We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz
Lettin' all the world know, we be
shinin', them GQs and them pot pies (bling)
And I spy with my private eye that you tried
You cannot pull this look off, nigga, you not I
I swear Paris
poppin' in the streets
(Dumb it down)
You ain't winning no awards
(Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards?
(Dumb it down)
GQ man of the year G?
(Dumb it
Flieg' auf die Fresse, vor ihr!
Scheiß' drauf, GQ, man of the year
Ey, was in diesen Wänden passiert
Bleibt hier, Filmriss, Hangover 4
Yeah, sie ist
models, haters be anti
I was smoking gram dimes
Playing foster with franchise
(My nigga) I see myself in that GQ magazine
I was low
Nobody in the streets
qui alle Hawaii ma con David LaChapelle
Sopra Outpump, su GQ, sopra Vogue
Sono il GOAT, la mia ex vuole un baby, ma da me
Non do il mio cuore a una
the pimp of all panderers
GQ, Johnny Presley, fuckin up the elegances
So many hookers on your schedule
Slammin Cadillac doors and mackin whores
Phase Two
What about this other group, dressed like G-Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers, crack another joke
You old smoker,
the fourty if i cop bottles, we can't believe you.
me who? please boo. landin' in that G2,
same color as beef stew, favorite letters :GQ.
that's me, true.
have on nuh cost more dan a couple grand
But we fresh and we clean, we arm nuh green
Sharpest fade, whitest teeth, really neat
Gq haffi pree, ah
that beautiful music
Ka$h, beautiful music gQ, beautiful
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