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khaki - water lyrics

[chorus: khaki]

that wrist drip, got that water
that b+tch thick, i’m gon’ spoil her
goyard on my bag, louis on my wrag
gucci on my tag, i don’t gotta brag

[verse 1: khaki]

my b+tches balling blowin’ all this cash
i don’t freeze up when ’em cameras flash
neck flooded skin bl++dy, cut from all this glass
no budget, we run it, see ’em white flags

i been doing this as a passion
for the music and the cars and the fashion
come around me i bring that action
whole team coming up with the traction

don’t come my way if you bring that static
ain’t got no drama, tie and leave you in the attic
white gold chromatic from the diamonds in the patek
all ice don’t drip in the heat i got that magic

they don’t want no smoke, don’t want no trap
pull up in that ghost, talking no cap
put you girl on all four’s tell her throw it back
swervin’ out the rolls we don’t need no plaques
[chorus: khaki]

that wrist drip, got that water
that b+tch thick, i’m gon’ spoil her
goyard on my bag, louis on my wrag
gucci on my tag, i don’t gotta brag

[verse 1: ykom]

yo, pull in the party that louis, that gucci
popping the clips like we making a movie
rollin a doobie while talking to juicy
just copped a piece and its wet like jacuzzi
fifteen a verse and i’m k!lling the shows
added the sauce and that’s just how it goes
gave ’em the songs got me all on the coast
i buy her a bag and she play with her nose
i’ve been on sh+t like i’m bunny son
i pop me a perk got me kissing the sky and a get me a rolls like i’m twenty+one
i leave with b+tches like i’m twenty+one
a fifteen on the shoes, another twenty for the shirt, couple grand for the skirts
i’m in neiman’s going berzerk, these b+tches gon’ love when a turn up and pour up, yea

[chorus: khaki]

that wrist drip, got that water
that b+tch thick, i’m gon’ spoil her
goyard on my bag, louis on my wrag
gucci on my tag, i don’t gotta brag
[verse 3: khaki]

i maxed out the drip and i maxed out the sauce
white gold on my wrist and its laced with the frost
i just copped a whip and you can’t pay the cost
up with a bad b+tch and the roof its been lost

5k just for a fit
mixing double g’s imma l!ck
balenciaga on my kicks
got ’em b+tches pulling out the tricks

fly her over on a jet show her how to flex – b+tch this ain’t nothing
i got haters so stressed, ain’t got no checks jealous i’m stunting
start the whip with a b+tton
leave ’em on the streets running
all this ice got me so cold i couldn’t feel the heat in the oven

[chorus: khaki]

that wrist drip, got that water
that b+tch thick, i’m gon’ spoil her
goyard on my bag, louis on my wrag
gucci on my tag, i don’t gotta brag

- khaki lyrics

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