Self Love

[Intro]
(Twelve-O-Nine)
Got a thirty on my seat, uh

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[Verse 1]
Push up coupe, uh
Nigga copyin' all the nigga swag, he a dupe, uh
I'm the nigga buyin' all the motherfuckin' juice
I'm the one who buyin' all the Margiela shoe
I'm the one who call yo' bitch phone and have her clue
I walk inside a room and made the lil' ho choose
Pro sex, woah, bitch wet, woah
Hellcat turnin' up the whole damn road
VETEMENTS ho, Martine Rose
Drinkin' out the pint, I don't mix it wit the soda
Fuck her in the booth, ah
Bought another bitch, bought her brand new shoes
Braid my hair, bitch rock a nigga jewels
Buying out this thing, had a whole crib move
Big crib movie, yuh
Young nigga hit L.A., we play by GTA rules
Your bitch call my phone in the morning, I hit snooze
I get horny at night, play her like a fool

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[Verse 2]
Balenciaga bitch, I done did it on my own, ho
I done bought the whole Chrome store, I don't want Chrome no more
Flying out the country, out in Paris, up in Juneau
I done fucked a foreign hoe, I done made a Juno
They payed attention to a nigga swag, this shit that you should know
I walk inside designer stores, say I need your usual
Baby stop my cup, I don't need no Hennessy
I threw up all my guts mixing molly with the lean
I don't do regrets, I spend a hundred in a week
I cashed the check and I spend it like a teen
You can stay like my fucking stylist in a magazine
And baby, you can fuck right now, yeah

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