Moët Stained Margiela

You ain't ever felt the gust Of the propeller wings I'm giving dick all night To my melanin QUEEN Mailing it in You niggas can't even compete Completed the flow A nigga unique You fucking with the slickest shit talker Big stick walker Clit popper Player like I'm BIG POPPA Suds on me from Kiehl's Scent Margiela still Equipped with a swag That a LAME couldn't steal You could never be the same That's a lane you can't fill So I supposed that's a pain you gone feel The four stitches Not for no bitches It's the marvel in Margiela Nigga and now we getting richer We gettin better Coulda got chipped But got cheddar And when ______ had the plays I was with whatever The Maison of Kayron Anything you sit on or lay on Shit it might be Italian leather (Hah) You niggas never felt that Gust 'Cuz you not one of us nigga (You not one of us) And now I'm tryna feel the breeze Going hammy in Miami Like Khaled on the Ski's You niggas never felt the Gust 'Cuz you not one of us (You niggas not one of us) And now I'm tryna feel the breeze Going hammy like Khaled In Miami on the Ski's