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My life a movie
Gucci my shoes be, yeah
Pull up in two seat
Dripping in Louis, yeah
Comme des Garçons, hearts on her thong
Smoking on gasoline right from the bong
When i get faded we fight and im wrong
Told me i'm basic i won't keep her long
Breaking the seal and i'm popping a perc
Feeling her thighs in a Burberry skirt
Death by designer at heart im a nerd
Jump in the Cobra and then i go skrt
My life a movie
You is a goofy, yeah
Tripping like Lucy
Im living like snoopy, yeah
Stay away from the hate
Fuck what they say
Me and my niggas is keeping a k
It ain't bout the money then get out the way
When it come to the gang niggas know not to play
You thinking bout bitches while I'm getting paid
I'm Chasing a bag and I'm still Getting laid
You jackin it's static
I call my boy Ace then
We letting Flock and
We letting it spray
Your bitch said she love how I'm getting to it
Send her to you bumping all my music
Too much to lose boy don't make me lose it
Thinking that I'm pussy nigga are you stupid
I just wanna run up some commas
Go cop a foreign give the rest to my mama
Put the whole gang on but don't get it twisted
We still with all the drama
With all the drama, the Balmain the Prada
She calling me daddy but i ain't a father
She ride like a llama, head bomb like Osama
She making me trip, taking flight to Bahamas
2019 yeah i'm brand new
A crib for my moms that's the plan too
Started from nothing, turned nothing to something
And now i'm in top with a grand view
Gucci my shoes be, yeah
Pull up in two seat
Dripping in Louis, yeah
Comme des Garçons, hearts on her thong
Smoking on gasoline right from the bong
When i get faded we fight and im wrong
Told me i'm basic i won't keep her long
Breaking the seal and i'm popping a perc
Feeling her thighs in a Burberry skirt
Death by designer at heart im a nerd
Jump in the Cobra and then i go skrt
My life a movie
You is a goofy, yeah
Tripping like Lucy
Im living like snoopy, yeah
Stay away from the hate
Fuck what they say
Me and my niggas is keeping a k
It ain't bout the money then get out the way
When it come to the gang niggas know not to play
You thinking bout bitches while I'm getting paid
I'm Chasing a bag and I'm still Getting laid
You jackin it's static
I call my boy Ace then
We letting Flock and
We letting it spray
Your bitch said she love how I'm getting to it
Send her to you bumping all my music
Too much to lose boy don't make me lose it
Thinking that I'm pussy nigga are you stupid
I just wanna run up some commas
Go cop a foreign give the rest to my mama
Put the whole gang on but don't get it twisted
We still with all the drama
With all the drama, the Balmain the Prada
She calling me daddy but i ain't a father
She ride like a llama, head bomb like Osama
She making me trip, taking flight to Bahamas
2019 yeah i'm brand new
A crib for my moms that's the plan too
Started from nothing, turned nothing to something
And now i'm in top with a grand view
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Berk
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