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sir michael rocks - art show lyrics

[intro: sir michael rocks]
she don’t want you n-gga
she tryna sell that artwork boy

[chorus: sir michael rocks]
it’s finally about time to upgrade somebody’s daughter
she dying for attention, her time is getting shorter
by the time she circled around, i didn’t want her
lil homie, that is not yo b-tch
i said ‘cause karl lagerfeld got yo b-tch
virgil abloh got yo b-tch
art basel tickets got yo b-tch
murakami exhibit got yo b-tch

[verse 1: sir michael rocks]
she don’t love me, she in love with, all the paintings and mannequins
she said what’s, the point of pictures, if you b-tches ain’t grammin’ ‘em
all i know is exclusive clothes, art pieces, and scamming it
stuck the money and the cannabis both up in the cabinet
now she asking what’s the thread and st-tch count
now what’s my b-tch count
tickets at the louvre
her cousin work the door
i’m tapped in, plug connected, you nan one of those
jahlil nzinga forty by sixties inside my summer homes
she get excited when we text and start to type fast
‘cause to be honest she don’t know how long this might last
that’ll get her naked quick but it’s gon’ take a light bag
‘cause even her birthday suit still got all the price tags

[chorus: sir michael rocks]
it’s finally about time to upgrade somebody’s daughter
she dying for attention, her time is getting shorter
by the time she circled around, i didn’t want her

i said ‘cause karl lagerfeld got yo b-tch
virgil abloh got yo b-tch
art basel tickets got yo b-tch
murakami exhibit got yo b-tch

[verse 2: mickey factz]
high roller, getting chauffeured, so she wanna tag along
curator took us through the moma, we had a ball
every sculpture got her wetter than a pool with cannon b-lls
dapper [don?], unlimited master card, her panties gone
latinas wanna learn about that [?] english
my pockets breaded, keep ‘em away from your chicken fingers
a malandrino dress’ll have her kitty like the sprinklers
you see in front of the met, i’m jackson pollock how i inked her
she wanna put a chain on and get her fame on
p-ssenger seat tesla truck getting our race on
the paint all through the halls of the great walls
her body’s a work of art i put my frame and name on

- sir michael rocks lyrics

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