Rayfuls Plug Westside Gunn

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[Intro]
Fuck

[Verse 1]
Ayo—Dom Pérignon pissing
Panamera pineapple with the apple ceiling
That's fruits of our labor, right?
Audemars hand-flipping on my a-alike
Alexander—Wang or McQueen having dreams
Of Rosé bubble baths and drying off with cream
I need a plug like Rayful's
Addiction to Thom Browne sweatsuits
And every gold Jesús
That rusty ass trey-deuce will do yo' ass filthy
That retro Versace button up so silky
Drop head landed on the curb, I threw my B's up
TEC with the air conditioner, nigga ease up
My flow is so extravagant
Y'all niggas lacking it
Don't, think for one second, I ain't packing it
Immaculate, true
Style spectacular, yes
Jewelry got me all fresh
Actually I'm the best
Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest
I had the McFly's on, you couldn't step in my checks

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