I just paid two bands for that margiela coat
My swag, your swag, it don't even come close
New coupe, all white, pullin' up like a ghost
Keep talking, keep talking, we gon' slit your throat
New ice, look nice, my wrist north pole
Y'all shit look fake, why y'all neck swole
Shittin on em, fornicate, all the way
They say Aiken chose
They say Aiken chose
Twin poured up two four's
I'm in the pharmacy, ain't got no wockhardt
I got the bitch in the back of the Phantom, we f*ck up the seats and I tell her it's her fault
I need a lil biddy bitch that's in love with me
I'm f*ckin' her sister, can't tell em apart
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed
Second place, can't be in my face oh nah
Deep pockets, they think I rock Chanel
New pack, new pack came in the mail
(Come on)
Aiken - 2024 Lyrics
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I just paid two bands for that margiela coat
My swag, your swag, it don't even come close
New coupe, all white, pullin' up like a ghost
Keep talking, keep talking, we gon' slit your throat
New ice, look nice, my wrist north pole
Y'all shit look fake, why y'all neck swole
Shittin on em, fornicate, all the way
They say Aiken chose
They say Aiken chose
Twin poured up two four's
I'm in the pharmacy, ain't got no wockhardt
I got the bitch in the back of the Phantom, we f*ck up the seats and I tell her it's her fault
I need a lil biddy bitch that's in love with me
I'm f*ckin' her sister, can't tell em apart
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed
Second place, can't be in my face oh nah
Deep pockets, they think I rock Chanel
New pack, new pack came in the mail
(Come on)
My swag, your swag, it don't even come close
New coupe, all white, pullin' up like a ghost
Keep talking, keep talking, we gon' slit your throat
New ice, look nice, my wrist north pole
Y'all shit look fake, why y'all neck swole
Shittin on em, fornicate, all the way
They say Aiken chose
They say Aiken chose
Twin poured up two four's
I'm in the pharmacy, ain't got no wockhardt
I got the bitch in the back of the Phantom, we f*ck up the seats and I tell her it's her fault
I need a lil biddy bitch that's in love with me
I'm f*ckin' her sister, can't tell em apart
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed
Second place, can't be in my face oh nah
Deep pockets, they think I rock Chanel
New pack, new pack came in the mail
(Come on)
Writer: aiken aiken
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