Roc Marciano

Trick Bag

Childish Games

Hate Is Love

Yves St. Moron

Prince & Apollonia

Errol Holden

Rain Dance

Tracey Morgan Vomit

Trapeze

Good For You

Easy Bake Oven

Melo

Vanity

Unknown

First off, the shirt smell like Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Flirting with some old broad in Dior Amour Sauvage

What's that scent you wearing, is that Sua?

Is that Porsche you call your car or that arm farce you got on

You trying to trauma bond, crying inside the Prada store

Like a spoiled little mama's boy, rocking joggers like a tomboy

Niggas thought they was watching me fall off for so long

They ran out of popcorn, sodas, nachos, and hot dogs (hot dogs) (hot dogs)

My shit hit different, I look better than bitches, say to her listen, beauty isn't gender-specific

The only thing feminine about me is the sentence by Clive Christian

Woman think that I was trying to find religion, but God body don't shop at True Religion

The truth was written in plain sight, it was hidden, the range nice, cocaine white, like pagan women

Mercedes 680 whippers, whipping like Ye in the kitchen, nigga

Yeah, you bum ass niggas ought to be ashamed of yourselves, man

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I wish you could talk

Dog, I put that shit on, I'm shitting where I want, like a dog

I piss on the floor in Dior and Louis Vuitton

I shit on the floor in Dejeun and Yves Saint Laurent

I do what the fuck I want in Isabel Marant

Then run up the lawn run and pull a stunt

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I mean
Huh, yeah
Fuck with that
Yeah, I said, yo

First off, the shirt smell like Maison Francis Kurkdjian
Burned down Bergdorf, merging John
Flirting with some old broad in Dior Amour Sauvage
Ain't no Tracee Ellis Rosses up at Ross
Maybe Erewhon and Balenciaga Erewhon
What's that scent you wearing, is that Sua?
Is that Porsche you call your car or that arm farce you got on
You trying to trauma bond, crying inside the Prada store

Like a spoiled little mama's boy, rocking joggers like a tomboy
Aaliyah with the Tommy boxers on
Niggas thought they was watching me fall off for so long
They ran out of popcorn, sodas, nachos, and hot dogs (hot dogs) (hot dogs)
My shit hit different, I look better than bitches, say to her listen, beauty isn't gender-specific
The only thing feminine about me is the sentence by Clive Christian
Woman think that I was trying to find religion, but God body don't shop at True Religion
The truth was written in plain sight, it was hidden, the range nice, cocaine white, like pagan women
Never pay the hit, we some ladykillers
Mercedes 680 whippers, whipping like Ye in the kitchen, nigga

Yeah, you bum ass niggas ought to be ashamed of yourselves, man
And y'all fucked the Cubans up, too

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I wish you could talk
Dog, I put that shit on, I'm shitting where I want, like a dog
I should be getting walked
I piss on the floor in Dior and Louis Vuitton
I shit on the floor in Dejeun and Yves Saint Laurent
I do what the fuck I want in Isabel Marant
Then run up the lawn run and pull a stunt
My bitch suck a bullet out a-, huh

Ooh, you're looking so goo-
Ooh, you're looking so goo-
Ooh

Stylistic Murder

Madmanleek

Brian Lentz

By the Code

Action Bronson

Paul Wall

Lil Yachty

Meyhem Lauren

Clovis Ochin

PLANET FROG

DJ Muggs

Rome Streetz

Ghostface Killah

Ot the Real

HeartBreak JC

Boldy James

Don't Call Me Lucky

Roc Marciano Presents: MULBERRY SILK ROAD

Vanity

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