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Comme des Garçons Song Lyrics
Comme des Garçons by Lil Wayne [Verse]
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it’s windy
Too cold for the Devil, I’m snowin’ in Hell
Skatin’ on marble, I flow in thin air
I’m dancin’ on water, tip-toein’ on nails
Can’t walk in my shoes, can’t roll in my wheels
Can’t order my food, you throw up that meal
Can’t do what I do, you can’t do me
Yeah, I would not try to do you, I’m too me
Look at my sons’ faces, I see the new me
I look in they face and I see the beauty
I take a vacation and go see some beautiful sh*t
Come back with a whole different view of this sh*t
My third eye just opened ’cause two wasn’t sh*t
It’s either that or too many hallucinogens
Got a cute-ass lil’ b**ch with a coke habit
That lil’ b**ch at my crib ’til the snow cabbin
When we f**k, man, that sh*t make her go faster
She so numb, man, that b**ch ain’t got no passion
Ain’t no love in that b**ch, ain’t no romancin’
Ain’t no love in that b**ch, ain’t got no magic
Ain’t no judgin’ that b**ch ’cause we both addicts
She in love with this dick, it got gold status
Huh, Comme Des Garçons
I got that bread like a b**ch got the barnacle
Son got the bands on my dick and they bustin’ my balls
And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers
And I take off my Ethika, I’m gettin’ naked
And she gettin’ wet and now I’m gettin’ erections
Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her
I’m blessin’ her, I think I pop too much ecs’ with her
I f**k with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her
Don’t care who left with her, I don’t wan’ F with her
Hop off that pedestal if you wan’ leave
Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable
I’m on my medical, smokin’ my vegetable
Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal
Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin’ you
How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you
Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent
I mix new CDG with some new YSL
I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel?
All you get is “buck-buck” like a two-dollar bill
I’m so f**ked up, they say, “You gotta chill”
So-so f**ked up, Tunechi, you’re outta here
Raw in the cut, smokin’ dope, poppin’ pills
Since I’m goin’ so nuts, I drip pure almond milk
Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, f**k what they all say
Nigga, f**k what they done, I give a f**k what they on
I run in your place, like, “Honey, I’m home,” like, “Honey, I’m wrong”
‘Cause I tell you, “I love you,” and honey, I don’t
Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk
Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt
I spend money on war, which one of y’all want war?
None of y’all want war, that’s what the f**k l thought
f**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a f**k what that cost, suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
f**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a f**k what that cost, gotta suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
Can’t walk in my shoes, you can’t roll in my wheels
You can’t order my food, you gon throw up that meal
Comme Des Garçons
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[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled]
Mula Gang, lil’ b**ch
Mula Gang, lil’ b**ch
Young Money, Mack Maine, Chaz, let’s get it
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