Ayy, she got Givenchy tags on, I'm tryna make her my hoe
New main bitch, fly as ever, she look like a bag filled with gold
This ain't no race, lil bro bro, I run this shit just like a marathon
Haters gon' hate, end of the day, these niggas belong in Babylon
She got a fat ass, my pockets fatter like Nutty Professor
Finna go With this music, no need for no diamond tester
Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser
Ask about me in your hood, they tell you that my music pressure
I blow gas like a chimney, smoke it indoor, out the window
Niggas claim they getting money, these niggas got no skill though
I smoke on dead niggas and count up, while your main bitch touch your toes
50 bands in my shoebox, they all 10s, how you broke
Nigga on IG flexing money, bet we know that shit counterfeit
Bought my mom Chanel, she always told me that she Prada of me
Now I'm balling out the pocket, nigga, I'm richer than the economy
She told me she was single, well I had to put that bitch in a polygamy
Luna Bandana - Givenchy Tags Lyrics
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Ayy, she got Givenchy tags on, I'm tryna make her my hoe
New main bitch, fly as ever, she look like a bag filled with gold
This ain't no race, lil bro bro, I run this shit just like a marathon
Haters gon' hate, end of the day, these niggas belong in Babylon
She got a fat ass, my pockets fatter like Nutty Professor
Finna go With this music, no need for no diamond tester
Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser
Ask about me in your hood, they tell you that my music pressure
I blow gas like a chimney, smoke it indoor, out the window
Niggas claim they getting money, these niggas got no skill though
I smoke on dead niggas and count up, while your main bitch touch your toes
50 bands in my shoebox, they all 10s, how you broke
Nigga on IG flexing money, bet we know that shit counterfeit
Bought my mom Chanel, she always told me that she Prada of me
Now I'm balling out the pocket, nigga, I'm richer than the economy
She told me she was single, well I had to put that bitch in a polygamy
New main bitch, fly as ever, she look like a bag filled with gold
This ain't no race, lil bro bro, I run this shit just like a marathon
Haters gon' hate, end of the day, these niggas belong in Babylon
She got a fat ass, my pockets fatter like Nutty Professor
Finna go With this music, no need for no diamond tester
Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser
Ask about me in your hood, they tell you that my music pressure
I blow gas like a chimney, smoke it indoor, out the window
Niggas claim they getting money, these niggas got no skill though
I smoke on dead niggas and count up, while your main bitch touch your toes
50 bands in my shoebox, they all 10s, how you broke
Nigga on IG flexing money, bet we know that shit counterfeit
Bought my mom Chanel, she always told me that she Prada of me
Now I'm balling out the pocket, nigga, I'm richer than the economy
She told me she was single, well I had to put that bitch in a polygamy
Writer: Lunga Malawu
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