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letra de tagz - djor

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[chorus]
i do not look at the tag
if i see it, i like it, i grab
saint laurent on the font on the bag
anything i could want, i could have
i run it up to the max
if i meant it, i said it on wax
it’s the pretty pink p-ssy posse
number 1 stunts for the gags (2x)

[verse]
next level petty
finna keep an eye out for you n-ggas like fetty
put it on the bible bet you n-ggas not ready
for the sh-t i’m ’bout to drop keep it hot, pot, neti
no clocks, all tea, put on your chest, paws, eve
balmain on the sleeve, saint laurent on the feet
keep the glock on the heat tucked on the oblique
keep it cute when you speak i ain’t playing with you beasts
oh she, thought i
really wasn’t with the sh-ts, but i
came down like a hawk, locked eyes
and served that b-tch quick chops, boss life, i’m really on one
d to the j cause i made the beats
o to the r like its surgery
i’m too hot burn a n-gga to the third degree
me and docx here to stay like some mercenaries, now let’s go

[chorus]
i do not look at the tag
if i see it, i like it, i grab
saint laurent on the font on the bag
anything i could want, i could have
i run it up to the max
if i meant it, i said it on wax
it’s the pretty pink p-ssy posse
number 1 stunts for the gags (2x)

[transition]
oh.. wait a minute.. (giggles)… yo!

[bridge]
i f-ck up a bag, i f-ck up a tag, i bust a few bands on the regular
i’m flossing in france, i spend it in cannes, i serve it in paris; a peddler
i glisten the fist on the bezel, uh, they thinking i up and embezzeled up
i married a count for the creditor, a lil richer the rocks i invented, uh

[verse]
look at him, what he do?
you cannot pay me to f-ck with you
i been balling since strollers and bug-a-boos
b-tch i’m bigger and better, you unimproved
i’m a legend, you something, you wanna-do
wanna be but you boring hoe, bust a move
if you froggy then jump gullah gullah dude
get the guallah in prada, what imma do
imma run it up, you gon’ dumb it down
imma f-ck it up, you gon’ f-ck it up
i’m a fur and you dress it like bubble guts
youse a yuppie you yellow bell-, cuttin up
it’s the saint laurent silhouette, envious energy
you cannot finish me c-nt
i know you were younger, and feeling the hunger
i’m back with the brunch and the bars and the bumps, uhn

[transition]
oh.. wait a minute.. (giggles)… yo!

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