LAGOS!! ft. $PLASH KETCHUM Lyrics

Riding windows tinted

Designer all on my body

Gucci Louis Prada Fendi

Big maybach

Fifty-nine south

Got bitches riding with me

Tan fur coat

Cashing out quick

You know I'm prada Penny

Yeah yeah

Oh what huh

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Oh what yeah

I woke up early this morning

The only thing I'm really thinking

Is go get the paper

Niggas be trying me

Bitches be eyeing me

I got the pack from Pennsylvania Quakers

Yeah I just slid in the whip

My cup ain't on LA

It's on Minnesota no laker

Back in eighth grade

I used to be singing to hoes

Now I hit but I can't serenade her

Pull up quick I'm in Germantown

Then I skrrt off in a hemi

They might pull up put the keys in the semi

I creep in that Audi the windows be tinted

Bag full of fresh blue bands just minted

Yellow lambo for the shoot just rented

My british bitch tellin me just hop on innit

Fucking on a real big bitch no skinny

Boy yo pack smokin like poo no winnie (Mid)

Pull up with drugs I got plenty

Pour up that mango, that kiwi, that mint in

This is some shit I invented

I'm that g star I can't wear no linen

Im with Stefani in Gwinnett

Trappin for varsity I got the pennant

My bitch look like Yoko Ono I'm like Lennon

Pull up the whip painted

Ain't no white fridge in this bitch just stainless

Slug hit your temple your death painless

Swim in that bih like Greg Louganis

Peel off the top now the coupe brainless

Do all the dirt by myself nameless

Asking about bodies I shoot aimless

He in the lake where the blue crane is

Candy blue coupe automatic

VVS diamonds they all in my Patek

Baby blue charger that accent yellow

I pull up they shocked, static

I'm out in Agg relaxed

My suede Jordan fives all maroon like an Aggie

I'm out in Lagos we flippin the legos

We keep all the dough in the attic

Celly on the next work

Nigga I told em the trap going global

This Texas Tea Mobile

Hit my Motorola

We sprinting that pacc to your door

Okay

Gettin this loaf

Hit my line for the Eddie

Aye I'm off Scott at America Deli

Stacking the paper

Ciabatta come steady

Rockin the mike

And I woah em like Deji

If you want smoke

Then I'm Christopher Walker

I'm poppin that smoke

Like woo bacc baby

Pussy so good but you too damn crazy

Niggas was bread but they too damn lazy

(Bitch)

I might get throwed off in the parking lot

I pull Mercedes in the parking spot

I drop top

Hola

Bitch I got that guap

I'm Jerry Rice

Them plays I catch a lot