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My Girl she dressed me
Mail order me freshly
Model off the runway
Should cut you some haberdashery
Make your girl come want come at me
50 shades of that on the back seat
Dressed up my sunday best
Garms thats fresh
Stunt still no one too impress
High as hell
Hair in plaits
And cornrows
Folks be looking vexed
Questions round
The money how
They we it blessed
Might blow a bit indeed
Invest
That look
aint what it mean
It's only face
Been all emotionless
That put your best foot forward
For these times its soon your motionless
dressed that one more time
That's to your grave and laying your soul to rest
Doing it in your prime
Can keep the fame
Cause same they notice us
frame and aim and open and shut
My dress code all appropriate ..
Just keep it age appropriate
My Girl she dressed me
Mail order me freshly
Model off the runway
Should cut and for you some haberdashery
Sauce if that you call it
She dripped me and then she splashed me
Washed my hair
conditioner oil treatments and black creams
Combed until we flowing
She said its down where my back be
Black queen
Yeah she by black be
To the maxi
Petticoats and fur
Sweet as pollen
Beef then she back me
Even did my edges with aloe vera and flaxseed