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Sketchers looking like Balenciaga Thrift clothes looking like the Prada Whole fit lit, it cost me nada Bitches always talking, I give them all nada I'm so fly, I don't even try I get so high, I can touch the sky Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype I dress for myself, you dress for the likes Looking like a milli' but I only cost twenty Smoking big gas And damn it smell funny Ain't a fucking thing that no one could tell me I drop the fits and I drop the hits Pull the alarm as soon as it's lit Bitches be pressed I make bitches sick Bitches be mad I blow them a kiss Drip everywhere on account of the clothes I'm going dumb switch up on my flow I be right up when I'm down ten toes Always make a lot of money selling out my shows Anime lit And I'm blessed with the drip Baby biohazard The slime go real quick Money a knot and it look like a cyst SongtexteI smoke 'em big choppers, go get me a zip Sketchers looking like Balenciaga Thrift clothes looking like the Prada Whole fit lit It cost me nada Bitches always talking I give them all nada I'm so fly, I don't even try I get so high, I can touch the sky Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype I dress for myself, you dress for the likes I take a sip Sip apple juice I know I'm fly I know I'm cute Bitches clout chase and they act hella rude My priorities straight I don't know about you Is that Vetements Yves Saint Laurent? Is it Off-White Or Comme des Garcons? My imagination I do what I want If I look broke 'Cause don't give a fuck Is that Chanel Or basic as hell? Is that retail Or is that resale? I look so fly You can't even tell They all spending money I just get free, yeah Sketchers looking like Balenciaga Thrift clothes looking like the Prada Whole fit lit It cost me nada Bitches always talking I give them all nada I'm so fly, I don't even try I get so high, I can touch the sky Dress for myself, I don't dress for hype I dress for myself, you dress for the likes Aus Songtexte Mania