(Jerms)
I like COMME des GARÇONS ('ÇONS)
My blunt is full of strong (Strong)
She said I do her wrong, but she won't leave me alone (Uh-uh)
I came up on some guap (Some guap)
They think I sold my soul (My soul)
This Ruger is a slut, it walk you down like Amber Rose (Okay)
Don't gotta catch a cold (Yeah)
We still gon' wipe ya nose (Fah)
My chopper like to sing (Fah-fah)
I call it Keisha Cole (Fah-fah)
I walked in with that hammer (Yeah)
We playin' Whac-A-Mole (Fah-fah)
I'm smokin' on some pressure that might make you have a stroke (Okay)
Cardiac arrest, I got play across my chest
Man, I'm grounded to this guap
I can't play, last time I checked (Uh-uh)
In this crazy life of sin, I'm gon' play it like it's chess (Uh-uh)
Every time I play, I win (Uh-uh)
'Cause I always came correct (Uh-uh), yeah
Ferragamo shades, you can't even see my face
I got dawgs, they cook you up, they might just do like Bobby Flay
All I do is see the light 'cause I been through my darker days
All I do is see the blue, I'm on the field like Notre Dame
I like COMME des GARÇONS ('ÇONS)
My blunt is full of strong (Strong)
She said I do her wrong, but she won't leave me alone (Uh-uh)
I came up on some guap (Some guap)
They think I sold my soul (My soul)
This Ruger is a slut, it walk you down like Amber Rose (Okay)
Don't gotta catch a cold (Yeah)
We still gon' wipe ya nose (Fah)
My chopper like to sing (Fah-fah)
I call it Keisha Cole (Fah-fah)
I walked in with that hammer (Yeah)
We playin' Whac-A-Mole (Fah-fah)
I'm smokin' on some pressure that might make you have a stroke (You ruin everything)
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