Armani
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Lyrics
My pockets breaking the scale Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell Just spent twenty racks on some clothes But I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Armani, Armani, Armani, ayy, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel I be fresh as fuck, for no reason, hoe I get high as shit, just to feel my body float Big body Benz, it look like a boat I pulled up on LA and told 'em, "Let's go" My bitch keep a knife and I keep a pole My bitch mad at me, 'cause I'm DM-ing hoеs Red carpet, when wе pop out they all starin' Hotbox the whole room, I think I need some air, damn Soon as I touch my first M, I'ma take care of mama bear 6 figures to my name already, but I need some more (Oh), yeah (Yeah) Racing to that money, racing to that money Racing to that money, bitch, I'm racing to that money Broke ass boy, can't get nothin' from me He want a verse but I told him, "It's ugly" She wanna fuck, so I lift up her front piece All yellow Bentley, it look like a Taxi My pockets breaking the scale Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell Spent twenty racks on some clothes but I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Armani, Armani, Armani, aye, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel This lil' hoe all on my body She wanna know when I'm coming to town I guess she wanna serve me that sloppy First things first, gotta bring a few friends Girl you know, me and Suave got a hobby Hop out the GLS Maybach with the Forgiatos, you know how we riding I guess this lil' nigga mad 'Cause I just took a pic, and his hoe was inside it She wanna fuck with a nigga like me 'Cause I'm up, you just not as exciting Couple of niggas came up off of me How the fuck could you say that I'm biting? It's okay, niggas came up and got bigheaded I guess he needed some guidance Gucci that's right on my top, Gucci that's right on my body Rockin' Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani Nigga want beef, he want smoke, he want cancer Well nigga, you gon' have to find me These niggas really be thinking we neck and neck Till the Hellcat get to whining My pockets breaking the scale Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell Spent twenty racks on some clothes that I still ain't get to wear them Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Armani, Armani, Armani, aye, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:03
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 147 BPM