Purple Baguettes 88GLAM
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[Chorus: Derek Wise & 88 Camino]
I can get used to the treatment
Designer got bought every stop on the tour, uh
Jumbo my flex, iced on my neck, love to get bitches that curved
Always a flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, S on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the treatment
Designer got bought every stop on the tour, uh
Jumbo my flex, iced on my neck, love to get bitches that curved
Always a flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, S on my chest, yeah
[Verse 1: Derek Wise]
Young nigga splurge the pot, uh (Pot)
Young nigga work the block, uh (Block)
I got some commas, I'll take care of mama
Ain't promised tomorrow, no
I keep them choppers on deck, yeah
Chanel on my shirt is the best, yeah
Broke boy, you makin' a mess
Sticky approach and you niggas get wet (Drip)
Glam Boy, my nigga, you slept on
They love you but disappear
Skydweller my wrist 'cause I'm never here
The Ghost is the whip 'cause I never steer
Two bitches addicted to eatin' flesh
A lot goin' on but we sayin' less
They buy the Plan B at the CVS
I'm shootin', but fuck it, don't need a vest
I can get used to the treatment
Designer got bought every stop on the tour, uh
Jumbo my flex, iced on my neck, love to get bitches that curved
Always a flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, S on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the treatment
Designer got bought every stop on the tour, uh
Jumbo my flex, iced on my neck, love to get bitches that curved
Always a flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, S on my chest, yeah
[Verse 1: Derek Wise]
Young nigga splurge the pot, uh (Pot)
Young nigga work the block, uh (Block)
I got some commas, I'll take care of mama
Ain't promised tomorrow, no
I keep them choppers on deck, yeah
Chanel on my shirt is the best, yeah
Broke boy, you makin' a mess
Sticky approach and you niggas get wet (Drip)
Glam Boy, my nigga, you slept on
They love you but disappear
Skydweller my wrist 'cause I'm never here
The Ghost is the whip 'cause I never steer
Two bitches addicted to eatin' flesh
A lot goin' on but we sayin' less
They buy the Plan B at the CVS
I'm shootin', but fuck it, don't need a vest
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