Purple Baguettes Lyrics

88GLAM

88Glam 2

Lyrics to Purple Baguettes
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck, lot of [?] hit that curb, ayy
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck, lot of [?] hit that curb, ayy
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah

You niggas blur the pot, uh (Pot)
You niggas worth a lot, uh (Lot)
I got some commas, I'll take care of mama
And promised I'm on, no
I keep them choppers on deck, yeah
Chanel on my shirt, it the best, yeah
Broke boy, you makin' a mess
Stick he approachin', you niggas get wet (Drip)
Glam on my nigga, you slept on
They love you but disappear
Skydweller my wrist 'cause I'm never here
They ghosted the whip 'cause I never steer
Two bitches addicted to eatin' flesh
A lot goin' on but we sayin' less
They buy the plan B at the CVS
I'm shootin' [?], don't need a vest

I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck, lot of [?] hit that curb, ayy
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah

I can get used to the drippin' in Barneys
I roll [?] Hardy, my guy
Pack hittin' just like the mains
When we leave for tour, I might loft
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars (Flex)
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
She playin' chess, Teflon that vest, and I smoke gas when I'm stressed
Make his own fees, call the police, all because my scent's a threat
Damage and learn, hand up her skirt, leave all the [?]
My friends are deceased, that's why I'm so blue when I count up my Franks, yeah

I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck, lot of [?] hit that curb, ayy
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck, lot of [?] hit that curb, ayy
[?] flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah

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