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Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve When I step out, I'm killin' it My hair, yeah this that Brazilian shit (Yup) Yung Miami, they feelin' this (Feelin' it) Raw or robber, I hit a lick QC record label in this bitch My Rollie got the whole room lit (Lit) Cuban link chains all on my jet I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (Mwah) He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell I'm rockin' that Gucci and Chanel Your nigga brought me a YSL Letras de cancionesI leave the house, he on my trail Pussy put him up under a spell That nigga put me a check in the mail Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm He got that bank account turned still on Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous Your man comin' home, so I'm callin' restricted (Hahaha) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Pull up in my Jeep with the doors off (Swerve) My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (Ha) Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (Soft) Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off I-I-I got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold Gucci 'round my waist with a Glock and some bank rolls “JT, who you fuckin'?” Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (Shh) Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie Ass fat in my two-piece Rocks juicy like Hi-C Lil' nigga, don't try me Wanna fuck, ask nicely (Yeah) But the pussy too pricey (Yeah) Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (Yeah) Yeah I know you wanna wife me (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve From Letras Mania