Lil Wayne - Comme des Garçons lyrics

Okay, Comme Des Garçons and
Some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy
Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell
Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air
I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails
Can't walk in my shoes
Can't roll in my wheels
Can't order my food, you throw up that meal
Can't do what I do, you can't do me
Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me
Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me
I look into they face and I see the beauty
I take a vacation and go
See some beautiful shit
Come back with a whole different
View of this shit my third eye just opened
'cause two wasn't shit
It's either that or too many hallucinogens
Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit
That lil' bitch at my crib
'til the snow cappin' when we fuck, man
That shit make her go faster
She so numb, man
That bitch ain't got no passion
Ain't no love in that bitch
Ain't no romancin'
Ain't no love in that bitch
Ain't got no magic
Ain't no judgin' that bitch
'cause we both addicts
She in love with this dick
It got gold status huh, Comme Des Garçons
I got that bread like a biscuit
A bun or croissant
Got the feds on my dizzick
They bustin' my balls
And she play with my dick
Make me bust in my drawers
And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked
And she gettin' wet and
Now I'm gettin' erections
Oh, she say it spiritual when
I have sex with her i'm blessin' her
I think I pop too much ecs' with her
I fuck with my ex with her
You keep the rest of her
Don't care who left with her
I don't wan' F with her
Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave
Then it was my pleasure
Them thots is more pleasurable
I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable
Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal
Rollie, I stare at you
Then I start tellin' you
How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you
Comme Des Garçons with that
Yves Saint Laurent
I mix new CDG with some new YSL
I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel?
All you get is "buck-buck" like
A two dollar bill
I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill"
So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here
Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills
Since I'm goin' so nuts
I drip pure almond milk
Ugh, Comme Des Garçons
Fuck what they all say
Nigga, fuck what they done
I give a fuck what they on
I run in your place, like, "Honey
I'm home, " like, "Honey, i'm wrong"
'Cause I tell you, "I love you, " and honey
I don't got too many girlfriends, got
Too many girlfriends, one in my trunk
Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt
I spend money on war
Which one of y'all want war?
None of y'all want war
That's what the fuck l thought
Fuck you thought
I drop a contract on your heart
Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
Fuck you thought
I drop a contract on your heart
Give a fuck what that cost
Gotta suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and
Some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
Can't walk in my shoes
You can't roll in my wheels
You can't order my food
You gon throw up that meal comme Des Garçons
Mula Gang, lil' bitch mula Gang, lil' bitch

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