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Ed Hardy on my jeans, I don't rock no ciaga
Chuck Taylor on my feet, I don't rock no Prada
Maybe when I get rich, I might rock Prada
New York shorty chase her dreams, devil rocking Prada
Call my plug up for the drank, he got brand new product
Do nothing but crack seals, she know I got a problem
Future Hendrix when I'm pouring up bottles, huh
She can tell I'm high, can't see my eyes through these goggles
Money in my pants, that's why when I walk round I waddle, huh
Glocky in my pants, that's why when I walk round I waddle, huh
Cocky in my pants, she pull it out and give me topper, huh
Fucking on a battery ting out in Mississauga, huh
Fucking on a kwengers, said she straight out from the 6
Trinidadian and Filipina, that's a crazy mix
In a brand new foreign state, feening hard for the tris
Feening hard for Toseina, I can't find it, now I'm pissed
Ed Hardy on my jeans, I don't rock no ciaga
Chuck Taylor on my feet, I don't rock no Prada
Maybe when I get rich, I might rock Prada
New York shorty chase her dreams, devil rocking Prada
Call my plug up for the drank, he got brand new product
Do nothing but crack seals, she know I got a problem
Future Hendrix when I'm pouring up bottles, huh
She can tell I'm high, can't see my eyes through these goggles