TommyKazi - garments lyrics
[TommyKazi - garments lyrics]
Pressure in my lungs
I got pressure with the scope
I just fucked around and came and
Now they won't leave me alone
Money in the Kappa jacket
Live forever like a ghost
All these blessings, stack the profit, ATM
I swipe and go
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
I got pressure in my lungs
I got pressure with the scope
I just fucked around and came and
Now they won't leave me alone
Money in the Kappa jacket
Live forever like a ghost
All these blessings, stack the profit, ATM
I swipe and go baby Prada and Givenchy
I can put it on her coat
I put in the European car, four door
If I want it I'ma have it
I will never fuckin' fall
I just spend a nigga rack on a Margiela coat
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
I got pressure with the scope
I just fucked around and came and
Now they won't leave me alone
Money in the Kappa jacket
Live forever like a ghost
All these blessings, stack the profit, ATM
I swipe and go
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
I got pressure in my lungs
I got pressure with the scope
I just fucked around and came and
Now they won't leave me alone
Money in the Kappa jacket
Live forever like a ghost
All these blessings, stack the profit, ATM
I swipe and go baby Prada and Givenchy
I can put it on her coat
I put in the European car, four door
If I want it I'ma have it
I will never fuckin' fall
I just spend a nigga rack on a Margiela coat
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
Gucci garments on me
Got designer head to toe
I mix Versace with the Kappa, nigga
I been on my glo i'ma get this money
Yeah we turnin' up and show
I don't stress about no bitches
'cause they tryna block my glo
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