I call my brother yo Nu Devenchy
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
My diamonds shining yea looking clean
Pops was out here grinding bake like crispy cream
I get P's for the low nigga what you need
Money green and the strip blue like listerine
Racks on racks I run like company
Keep 100 on me in my dungaree
I'm in LA like my nigga number 23
I'm from Harlem yea these niggas notice me
They call me trip cuz my niggas been trippin
I come from Harlem my niggas been drippin
Know a few bloods and some niggas big crippin
Gone off Hennessey f*ck up my vision
I feel like a vet but ain't new to this
Addicted to bags and them blue ass chips
She wanted to ball with me
But when that bitch call I'm like who is this
Cuz I got racks on me, so I gotta move like I'm militant
I keep the stash on me
Yea I got the bag on me yea aye
Niggas steady plotting till I smoke'em like a bag of weed
40 on me turn the living dead into some casualties
I call my brother yo Nu Devenchy
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
Woo Woo Wooo
Trip Lavine - Givenchy Lyrics
Trip Lavine - Givenchy Lyrics
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I call my brother yo Nu Devenchy
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
My diamonds shining yea looking clean
Pops was out here grinding bake like crispy cream
I get P's for the low nigga what you need
Money green and the strip blue like listerine
Racks on racks I run like company
Keep 100 on me in my dungaree
I'm in LA like my nigga number 23
I'm from Harlem yea these niggas notice me
They call me trip cuz my niggas been trippin
I come from Harlem my niggas been drippin
Know a few bloods and some niggas big crippin
Gone off Hennessey f*ck up my vision
I feel like a vet but ain't new to this
Addicted to bags and them blue ass chips
She wanted to ball with me
But when that bitch call I'm like who is this
Cuz I got racks on me, so I gotta move like I'm militant
I keep the stash on me
Yea I got the bag on me yea aye
Niggas steady plotting till I smoke'em like a bag of weed
40 on me turn the living dead into some casualties
I call my brother yo Nu Devenchy
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
Woo Woo Wooo
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
My diamonds shining yea looking clean
Pops was out here grinding bake like crispy cream
I get P's for the low nigga what you need
Money green and the strip blue like listerine
Racks on racks I run like company
Keep 100 on me in my dungaree
I'm in LA like my nigga number 23
I'm from Harlem yea these niggas notice me
They call me trip cuz my niggas been trippin
I come from Harlem my niggas been drippin
Know a few bloods and some niggas big crippin
Gone off Hennessey f*ck up my vision
I feel like a vet but ain't new to this
Addicted to bags and them blue ass chips
She wanted to ball with me
But when that bitch call I'm like who is this
Cuz I got racks on me, so I gotta move like I'm militant
I keep the stash on me
Yea I got the bag on me yea aye
Niggas steady plotting till I smoke'em like a bag of weed
40 on me turn the living dead into some casualties
I call my brother yo Nu Devenchy
Let's blow the bag get some new Givenchy
Can't wait to hop in that new ass Bentley
I need me some jeans let's call Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came outta the mud yea there's no comparing
Woo Woo Wooo
Writer: Jayson Marquez
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