| She fell in love with the bag
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| So designer
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| Yeah, she fell in love with the bag (Hahahaha)
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| Diamond cuts, oh
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| I’m up now, I’m up next
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| I traded the AP for Patek
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| Twenty years, movin' like a vet'
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| G4 when I hop on the jet
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| I bought the Richard Mille with baguettes
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| I empty the clip until it’s nothing left
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| No ID, call collect
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| When you see me you know, I’m that nigga
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| She wanna hop on a plane with that nigga
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| She wanna go switch lanes with that nigga
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| She wanna skrrt, skrrt, skrrt with that nigga, oh
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| Take flights overseas, uh, I’m just by my breezy
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| Could care less 'bout the treeshas, paint her face, Mona Lisa
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| I sold that cocaina to buy them brand new sneakers
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| Hunnid K a feature, now I could fuck my teacher
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| She fell in love with the bag, uh
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| So designer
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| Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
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| Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh
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| She fell in love with the, she fell in love with the Woo (Woo)
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| She be down when it’s me and my boo
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| Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room (Woo)
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| Forever Pop, yeah, shake up the room
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| No hesitation, I’m pickin' up Choos (Uh, uh)
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| I keep the sticky, you know I’m the shooter
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| Dafi with me and he totin' the Ruger
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| She fell in love with the bag
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| She throwin' it back and I’m slappin' her ass
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| 288 and I’m doin' the dash
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| Amiri, the denim, Louis V on my ass
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| Lil' treesha, my body (Racks), I’m smokin' the gas
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| I do what I want (Skrrt), had to skrrt from the class
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| Bad bitch treeshin', RJ hop out, leave 'em
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| Bend blocks, speedin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrt-baow)
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| TG, bleedin', scannin', readin' (Scannin', scannin', readin', readin')
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| She fell in love with the bag, uh
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| So designer
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| Yeah, she fell in love with the bag
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| Diamond cuts (Woo, woo), oh |