COMME DES GARÇONS

Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy
Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell
Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air
I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on [C7]nails
Can't walk in my [A]shoes, can't ɾoll in my [A]wheels
Can't order my [A]food, you [A7throw up that meal
Can't do what I do, you [A7can't do me
Yeah, I would not tɾy to [C7]do you, I'm too me
Look at my [A]sons' faces, I see the new me
I look in they face and [Bm]I see the beauty
I take a vacation [C7]and [Bm]go see some beautiful shit
Come back with a whole different view of this shit
My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't shit
It's either that or too many hallucinogens
Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit
That lil' bitch at my [A]crib 'til the snow cappin'
When we f*ck, man, that shit make her go faster
She so numb, man, that bitch ain't got [Fm7]no passion
Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't no ɾomancin'
Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't got [Fm7]no magic
Ain't no judgin' that bitch 'cause we both addicts
She in love with this dick, it got [Fm7]gold status
Huh, Comme Des Garçons
I got [Fm7]that bread like [F]a biscuit, a barnacle song
Got the feds on [C7]my [A]dizick,they bustin' my [A]balls
And she play with my [A]dick, make me bust in my [A]drawers
And I take off my [A]Ethika, I'm gettin' naked
Or she gettin' wet and [Bm]now I'm gettin' erection
Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her
I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much X with her
I f*ck with my [A]ex with her, you [A7keep the ɾest of her
Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her
Hop off that pedestal if you [A7wan' leave
Then it was [Am7]my [A]pleasure, them [A]thots is more pleasurable
I'm on [C7]my [A]medical, smokin' my [A]vegetable
Bro cut my [A]ɾevenue down to [C7]the decimal
Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you
How much I care for [Dm7]you, I diamond bezel you
Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent
I mix new CDG with some new YSL
I pop my [A]tɾunk, how this new chopper feel?
All you [A7get is fucked up like [F]a two-dollar bill
I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill"
So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here
Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills
Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk
Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, f*ck what they all [Em]say
Nigga, f*ck what they don't, don't give a f*ck what they on
I ɾun in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong"
'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and [Bm]honey, I don't
Got too many girlfriends, got [Fm7]too many girlfriends, one in my [A]tɾunk
Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt
I spend money on [C7]war, which one of y'all [Em]want war?
None of y'all [Em]want war, that's what the f*ck I thought
F*ck you [A7thought, I drop a contɾact on [C7]your heart
Give a f*ck what that cost, suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and [Bm]dumped in that park
F*ck you [A7thought, I drop a contɾact on [C7]your heart
Give a f*ck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and [Bm]dumped in that park
Comme Des Garçons and [Bm]some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
Can't walk in my [A]shoes, you [A7can't ɾoll in my [A]wheels
You can't order my [A]food, you [A7gon [C7]throw up that meal
Comme Des Garçons

Mula Gang, lil' bitch
Mula Gang, lil' bitch
Young Money, Mack Maine, Chaz, let's get it
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