Luvrr - Margiela Lyrics

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, oh woah
Yeah, oh woah
My shit all white like a feather
I'm up in Mason Margiela
Just look at the roof it look like interstellar
Ain't f*ckin with bitches yeah I had to tell her
Got two twin glocks in the back
Finally gettin a hold of them racks
Yeah I had to run that shit up do it fast
Yeah I had to run that shit up to the max
Yeah I put that shit on my cape
Hoes keep on stalkin me mixin my tape
I gotta bag, no you can't relate
Whippin it fast, a new Cheverolet
Yeah I got that gas, put it in yo face
Yeah I'm up in Cali goin to LA
VVS on me that shit like a lake
Yo hoe at my door, I told her to wait
Vetements all on my coat
Huh, I'm with a real bad hoe
Huh, lowkey she a phsyco
And she know things that I don't
Yeah, and she won't pick up the phone
After four, it's four in the morning I know that she wont
She jackin my style and love my cologne
Yeah my hoe real bad, gon' get her alone
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, oh woah
Yeah, oh woah
My shit all white like a feather
I'm up in Mason Margiela
Just look at the roof it look like interstellar
Ain't f*ckin with bitches yeah I had to tell her
Got two twin glocks in the back
Finally gettin a hold of them racks
Yeah I had to run that shit up do it fast
Yeah I had to run that shit up to the max
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, oh woah
Yeah, oh woah