Like what you're wearing
You never looked better to me (ah)
With a smile and a hair pin
Telling lies while you sleep (while you sleep, while you sleep)
All you do is parade
Who are you at the masquerade
When the sky's full of rain
I'll be burning up the floor (I'll be burning up the floor)
You're a sweet one, oh
Put my name on the door
Look the vicious chambers
We climbing up the walls
The night speaks to me
It whispers eagerly
Gangsters need to be just who they are
Riding in black cars
Swiping 'em black cards
Yeah, we superstars, if we need to be
Likkle gold on the wristwatch
I'ma drift off at the lift-off
You doors are getting licked off
Ripped off by my cutthroat mates
Pinky ring with the big rock cluster
Couple carats in a five-finger duster
Automatic, a maddening lustre
Polyticing sober as a judge
Preaching at pace to them thots when they hot
And them fools with the high socks
Making shots in a nice spot
Them thugs with the bright shocks
Pushing flacks right of the dry docks
Making cake right off the high stocks
Confidence running round the sky bots
Doing tings on the blocks
Leaving every scene in a Beemer
Second had scheming every day
'Cause I pay my for win with your honor
Whose sharp in the new Benz
Dinging coins at the new kings
Half cut off the duck getting flew off ends
Speak and you're instantly dead
Blunt with it
Subs in the trunk, gold fronts with it
Dogs bark and get jumped in
Wolves stay in the woods
I never knew that I could
Shrubs made, shrubs made
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