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surf - size 43 margiela lyrics

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[intro]
uh, don julio don dada, don, yeah

[verse 1]
it’s the don julio don dada, drink the whole bottle (yeah)
i like b+tches with some brains, but look like a model (yeah)
shawty on my team (team), let her rock my jersey (my jersey)
her martini dirty, spend that bag, the sh+t don’t hurt me (don’t hurt me)
most of these n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t, they droppin’ empty verses (yeah)
i don’t even wanna go rap with n+ggas, i k!ll they ass in a verzuz (yeah)
count up jacksons, percy (percy)
i like blues too, perky (perky)
i like one more shot before i drive, ooh, swervy (swervy)
these hoes be make believe, they make sh+t up like maybeline (maybeline)
man, we scorin’ way too much, ain’t much you can say to me (uh+uh)
i might turn a deaf ear and stop the audio
my spanish b+tch just left me high and dry, i told her, “adios”
i keep takin’ ls, tryna get that m like super mario (yeah)
i’m runnin’ to that bag, i still don’t think i get enough cardio (yeah)
slow motion better than no motion, juvenile (juvie)
when it’s down to that money, i get do or die (die)
you be bonnie, i be clyde, yeah, it’s you and i (yeah)
i give my glory up to god, alhamdulillah (uh)
i’m a white tee demon, tired of designer (i’m tired)
i get in between that bread like a oscar meyer (no diddy)
she get all inside my head, she won’t leave me ‘lone
he stuck on the internet, he won’t leave his home
size 43 margiela, that’s the only way it fit
i had way too much to drink, ain’t no tellin’ what i did
she like cillian and tiffany, so that’s just what she get
i like all my b+tches bougie, she can’t shop on no shein
i tried to keep it chill, but that’s not me if i’m keepin’ it real
i’m so used to tweakin’ out, i probably should’ve been k!lled
i’m so tired of holdin’ my tongue, i’m sayin’ what i feel
i can’t kick it with no fraud, i’m dyin’ on that hill
[verse 2]
rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
i done threw up at the red light, vodka, no chaser
up the pole and swing that b+tch like a lightsaber
recycle bin, i run through paper
heard she got the grippy, if i like it, i’ma save her
military grade ammo with the tracer
turn that boy into a pack of smoke, my favorite flavor
if i like her, i can take her
make her do some sh+t, i send her back and watch you hate her

[outro]
haha
huh, size 43 margiela, only way it fit
she like, “can we run to tiffanys?” so that’s just what she get
i like bougie b+tches, i can’t do no sh+t that’s on shein
i like, hahaha



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