Rayfuls Plug

Fuck!

Ayo, Dom Pérignon pissing
Panamera pineapple with the apple ceiling
That's fruits of our labor right?
Audemars hand flipping on my a-alike
Alexander Wang or McQueen having dreams
Of Rosé bubble baths and drying off with cream
I need a plug like Rayful's
Addiction to Thom Browne sweatsuits
And every gold Jesús
That rusty ass trey-deuce will do yo' ass filthy
That retro Versace button up so silky
Drop head landed on the curb, I threw my B's up
TEC with the air conditioner, nigga ease up
My flow is so extravagant
Y'all niggas lacking it
Don't think for one second I ain't packing it
Immaculate, true
Style spectacular, yes
Jewelry got me all fresh
Actually I'm the best
Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest
I had the McFly's on you couldn't step in my checks

So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go
So if the devil wears Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
I'm in between but way more fresher

Ayo, fresher than fresh
Doper than dope
So much fishscale, that the scale done broke
The Margiel's murder she wrote, Cartier loaks
Fiending for Neiman put the MAC to your throat
We known for crack dealing
Ferrari jeep with the glass ceiling
Fashion week, pull a gat out on Raf Simmons
Mayo jars got us famous, sporting car Venatus
Picked up the triple beam
Kiss the Lord, we finally made it
I had to flush that big eight when the pigs raided
I know some dealers that been caged in since Reagan
I'm so fucking amazing
Phillip Plein blows in it when you open it
Immaculate, true
Style spectacular, yes
Jewelry got me all fresh
Actually I'm the best
Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest
I had the McFly's on you couldn't step in my checks

So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go, yo
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store somebody save me
So here we go
So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
I'm in between but way more fresher



Credits
Writer(s): Westside Gunn
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