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YSL Cologne Lyrics - Artist : Mackned
Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone, I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat) Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back 40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks Jump in the coupe, go that way Rich lil nigga got RackAid Seem like everyday payday I don't give a fuck what they say They just talk like AK If I have daughter, treat her like Chief Keef do Kay Kay Yeah, sippin on the goose, gettin' loose like Lil Boosie Yeah, I'm hot and I'm drippin' like I jumped out a Jacuzzi Okay, my wrist, and my bitch, man I swear they both is beauties And my boys put in work, go check the shed they got them toolies (Yeah, yeah) Rockstar, got these bitches showin' boobies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But I don't give no fuck about a groupie (No, no, no, no) My bitch a barbie, suck me up just like a smoothie I might just go get that hoe some Lousie Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks Delete her number out ya phone, I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat) Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back 40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks (Ooh) Mackned hoppin' out the bankie Why do I miss my Glock more than I miss my baby? All this Balenciaga, I'm putting it on Fucking this bitch like I'm trapped alone You lookin' broke like you need a loan I could make a milly off a microphone Playin' with ya wifey like a xylophone Mack gave up the Percocet and Styrofoam It wasn't helping me Big bread and cheese She so bad, I let her stand on my favorite sheets Ain't no playing with me, G-B-C, we playing for keeps I got YSL Cologne but I'm walkin' round' in Fendi I'll jump inside ya home before my back account is empty These niggas way too trendy Your girl a Ugly Betty I remember counting pennies, now I can't be seen in Penneys Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks Delete her number out ya phone, I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat) Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back 40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks |
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