Commes Des Garcon

Woah woah woah
Gotta talk to her
Tell her like Tell her like
On yo worst day
You still bad as ever
I can't believe she both ways
I like girls who like girls
Shawty mad gay
And her fashion y2k
She wear Ed hardy
Juicy couture when I devour
Not too many bodies
So she get Armani
We cash out every Friday
Commes des Garçon
Chrome hearts I keep her fendi
I buy her Dior
I can afford Maison Margiela
So why not help her
Invest money in your business

Oh I ain't tripping over only fans
They in our business
We had a threesum with this girl
I had on my wishlist
And she ain't bitching bout it
I got caught texting other bitches
But she ain't tripping about it
She keeping her distance oh
She don't even want
Niggas around her
She not a thot you can't tell her shit S
Since she lost her father
So I say fuck it be hoe I respect it
How you wear it
A party girl in a mini skirt she always
Hook up dancing
she lost count of her one night stands
So only when she get tested matters
She keep it clean cause she so pretty
But her demons active
She see girls on Instagram
Now she wanna be alll plastic
I know a basic bad bitch
All she know is Birkin Bags
And how to get massages
I mean you cute
But baby girl You got a big ass forehead
And the hate way you look
When you work that makeup artist
Why is yo lace front leaning
That's probably
Why ya nigga heartless
You need get yo shit together
On yo worst day
You still bad as ever
I can't believe she both ways
I like girls who like girls
Shawty mad gay
And her fashion y2k
She wear Ed hardy
Juicy couture when I devour
Not too many bodies
So she get Armani
We cash out every Friday
Commes des Garçon
Chrome hearts I keep her fendi
I buy her Dior
I can afford Maison Margiela
So why not help her
Invest money in your business
In yo business
In yo in yo business
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Damn



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Writer(s): Andrew Smalls
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