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Roman Numeral III

YachtMansion

Luxe 13

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Tekst piosenki
[I] [Verse] Almost lost my mind doing shit they value Poppin all this Vallium, pumpin up the volume Bass in my system now they know me out in Cali They Know me out in London, spent a grip on Paris fashion Designer of the dope, doped on designer drugs Drunk off that black liquor, black paper for the shrub Vivid darkness, rocking John Lennon glasses With the Rick Owens jacket and the jeans Saint Laurent Vicious! chillin with chicks like Paris Hilton Hotel at Eiffel Tower, puffing on that sour Every time they see an N, they wanna act like Matt Lauer Wavy with the speech, I'm gettin head like Bill Clinton Way too cold, a nigga was born sinning But a nigga on his Yeezus, Been Trill since the beginning That combination got my chakra, high like Mt. Olympus Demi-god to all these bitches, Hercules all in the swisher [Outro] Vicious! [II] [Verse] Vintage shit in my possession Brunches and luncheons, luxury is my profession Damn a nigga on his hustle though Smoking green in a mansion out in Brussels though Armoir full of fur, used to rock the caesar With the waves back in the day, now they on my wave Cowabunga, globals no locals, Ray-ban's for the focals Stunting is a habbit! Now i'm spitting rabid, niggas seeing cabbage Like Irish niggas at farmers markets Smoke the freshest green that's in the garden At any given moment: trillest nigga ever Double cup so potent, shades on like a pilot Stay fly in any weather Donna Karen leather, and watch the gold swing Like Roger Federer, or like Raphael Nadal Rhymes too official so you gotta respect the call nigga [III] [Intro] I'm floating I'm floating, high I'm floating, high I'm floating, high [Verse] I dont feel like bragging but I will You niggas too fake, your bitch know who real Trillest nigga ever, got rich white bitches giving head over heels For a real nigga, big spender, go getter in black leather You couldn't fathom all the splendor that I witness on the daily She didn't like the black liquor So we sipping on the Bailey's Real talk: best by far Cool if you broke, shit I smoke you can't afford nigga [outro] So damn high, flying low But fucking high And I'm so damn high I'm flying through the night Said I'm flying through the night Said I'm flying through the night Flying through the night I floating Said I'm flying through the night I'm so high I'm high
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