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I do not talk, I am just a rapperNigga, I'm the capperRapper slash not actorCause I could never act the part of being fakeyYou should really thank meWho else would do this shit?All that fucking wishing and waitingThese niggas are mistakinYou don't speak my languageDressed like Ma cambridgeBowtie make me muslimSwitch for suspendersTwo at leastClickin through our hyperbeastTom Brown, Hells Bells, Kitson, Jay LI don't wear your shirt unless it got a logoNow it's to go out and walk around sohoAll high schools showing out, Pay less.man fuck that, yo I earned this.I love clothes.Go to top manSongtexteThat's the hot spotCheck Kayne's blog for the high topsCheck shake appeal lookbook right quickThey hooking up with ambush, that's itSpare a top cider with a black trimpink leather jacket, gotta get himnew t-shirt and i put it allon a charge cardburning through my go yardand it's so dumb, but it's so tightain't nothing like new shoes every nightand it feels so good in the new jeansand the new shirt, it's addictingi'm an addicti don't want help, i'ma die in my brand new Louis belt.But not Louis, it's too gaudycheck the lime green frames this girl bought mebillionaire boys club, i'm living itone shirt, eight dubsi'm spending itgot shoes that i know i won't wearand the problem is i don't really caregot money, but nothing is foreverevery time i gotta buy i new sweaterby 211 i'll be dead broke i'll be the homeless dude in a peacoat. Aus Songtexte Mania