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letra de lotta baguettes - j0urn3y

[intro: cadence]
i am the, i am the, i am the man uh
i am the man, i am the man

[chorus: cadence]
lotta baguettes on me, lotta new bezels on me, uh
ya b—- wanna s-x on me, uh
but she can’t flex on me, uh
lotta baguettes on me, lotta new bezels on me
ya b—- wanna s-x on me, uh
but she can’t flex on me
lotta baguettes on me, lotta new bezels on me, uh
ya b—- wanna s-x on me
but she can’t flex on me

[verse 1: project p]
i’m drippin’ i’m leaving them puddles
my dripping’ is drippin’ in double
two twins seeing double
foreign cars got a couple
i’m rockin’ in different designer smelling like dolce gabbana
my b—— be rockin’ the prada ooh we mixin’ designer
lay on my chest is a lake yeah they ridin’ the wave
yeah i hope out the wraith
my diamonds they wrapped like a snake
i’m going bagilla gorilla the ape
i’m stuck in the money the cash the pay
the fendi the gucci designer the bape
the louis the fendi designer the snake
the gucci the fendi the loafers
slidin’ in rari’s and rover’s
f—— the b—— on posters
all of my diamonds be chokers
i’m drippin’ n-gga aquafina
skrrtin’ off in a demon
livin’ where gr-sses is greener
bad lil f— she a keeper
bust down my body im livin’ on ice
vvs’s i bust down my guys
cartier lenses i bust down my eyes
gucci flip flops had to bust down my slides

[verse 2: cadence]
get it up, i had to serve my city up
she was skinny blew her t-tties up
blue hunnits but my 50’s up
bought my b—- a bentley truck
did i tell you that my pockets stuffed
watch how a young n—- flex
watch how a young n—- flex
that lil b—- give me neck
do what i do for a check, uh
remember my life was a mess
my money get dropped out the jet
you know i do it the best
heard the opps was out to get me sleep with one eye closed
saint laurent up on my clothes have you seen my hoes
ooh, neck on froze, my ice looking like i got it from the
south pole
got a girl in the north pole, let’s go

[verse 3: j0urn3y]
i take her to rodeo drive, i’m weak been sippin’ this crystal
i got this drip on me, cubin link diamonds just to sit on my neck
rollie ap just to flood out my wrist
diamonds so colorful they looking like trix
spending h-lla bands like i play for the knicks, aye ooh yeah yeah
run up a check its going, diamonds all white its snowing
two toned rollie don’t show it
sippin’ this lean like potion
had a party on a yacht in the ocean
we go to ysl for a new purse
we left out the club in a chauffeur
way too many diamonds on my choker
copped me a brand new moncler
look at your girl she stop and stare
everything i wear balenci
gotta switch it up go fendi
had to cop a new patek
shorty looking real pet-te
just know my carrots gonna leak
my mink drip water like a sink
she said that n—- ain’t her type
now i gotta take her for a ride
we hop on a jet then we glide
left him on read no reply
red bottoms on her feet in dubai
she told him she see him next time
i hit it from the back break her spine
we sippin’ that good fine wine

- j0urn3y

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