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wiley - givenchy bag lyrics

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[snippet from rinse.fm set]

[intro: future]
yeah, pluto

[verse 1: future]
said she wanna go mi yard (go)
pon road to a real nigga heart (nigga), ayy (to my heart)
said she wanna hit the mall (hey)
wanna show it off like a movie star, ayy
said she used to the fraud (fraud)
girl did you ever think you’d live this large? ayy (did you ever think you live this large?)
she call me mr. anyting because i can buy her anything, the tings that she want, ayy
i’m moving like a king, so she had to look twice
told her sip syrup, don’t take my advice
it ain’t no worries when you standing by my side
you look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe
so

[chorus: future]
eyes all down, girl, keep it on low
throw that -ss around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
bounce it up and down girl, [?]
and, baby, do what i do like, woah, woah, woah
tell me one more round, you gon’ hit the lotto
she stopped fuckin’ clowns ’cause the shit wasn’t addin’ up
percs on a down, gotta, gotta bag up
bad ting, ting, but i made her badder

[verse 2: wiley]
she said she wan’ more yard
on the road, shit, i been [?] too hard, ayy
she said she wan’ go down on west end
to spend money on her clothes and bra, ayy
she said she wan’ buy a givenchy bag, buck small, but the price touch yard
i’m mr. anyting and anyting so mi ah go buy anyting that she want
she moving like a queen
had to look twice
i told her baby girl, “hey, everyting nice”
you ain’t gotta worry, ’cause i got you to the end
you ain’t lookin’ like a five, girl, you lookin’ like a ten
so

[chorus: future]
eyes all down, girl, keep it on low
throw that -ss around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
bounce it up and down girl, [?]
and, baby, do what i do like, woah, woah, woah
tell me one more round, you gon’ hit the lotto
she stopped fuckin’ clowns ’cause the shit wasn’t addin’ up
percs on a down, gotta, gotta bag up
bad ting, ting, but i made her badder

[verse 3: nafe smallz]
yeah
she a bad lil’ vibe, i’ma freak til the morn’ with her
late-night lovin’ got me tryna call on ya (late)
fuck your ex, that nigga old news (uh)
you just need someone to go to
and she knows she a bad lil’ momma
givenchy and i want that dolce gabbana
she finessing, never care about karma
still up in a pussy, might be wet ‘fore the [?]
for real
on the eastside with this ice on chill, hey
i’m with the [?] still
but you could be mine, maybe sign [?]

[chorus: future]
eyes all down, girl, keep it on low
throw that -ss around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom
bounce it up and down girl, [?]
and, baby, do what i do like, woah, woah, woah
tell me one more round, you gon’ hit the lotto
she stopped fuckin’ clowns ’cause the shit wasn’t addin’ up
percs on a down, gotta, gotta bag up
bad ting, ting, but i made her badder



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