Moët Stained Margiela Lyrics

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 getting 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