Comme De Garcon lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent

I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel

I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy

Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell

Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air

I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails

Can't walk in my shoes, can't roll in my wheels

Can't order my food, you throw up that meal

Can't do what I do, you can't do me

Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me

Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me

I look into they face and I see the beauty

I take a vacation and go see some beautiful shit

Come back with a whole different view of this shit

My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't shit

It's either that or too many hallucinogens

Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit

That lil' bitch at my crib 'til the snow cappin'

When we fuck, man, that shit make her go faster

She so numb, man, that bitch ain't got no passion

Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't no romancin'

Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't got no magic

Ain't no judgin' that bitch 'cause we both addicts

She in love with this dick, it got gold status

Huh, Comme Des Garçons

I got that bread like a biscuit, a bun or croissant

Got the feds on my dizzick, they bustin' my balls

And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers

And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked

And she gettin' wet and now I'm gettin' erections

Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her

I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much ecs' with her

I fuck with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her

Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her

Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave

Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable

I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable

Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal

Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you

How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you

Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent

I mix new CDG with some new YSL

I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel?

All you get is "buck-buck" like a two-dollar bill

I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill"

So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here

Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills

Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk

Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, fuck what they all say

Nigga, fuck what they done, I give a fuck what they on

I run in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong"

'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and honey, I don't

Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk

Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt

I spend money on war, which one of y'all want war?

None of y'all want war, that's what the fuck l thought

Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart

Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss

Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park

Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart

Give a fuck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss

Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park

Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent

I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel

Can't walk in my shoes, you can't roll in my wheels

You can't order my food, you gon throw up that meal

Comme Des Garçons

Mula Gang, lil' bitch

Mula Gang, lil' bitch

Young Money, Mack Maine, Tez, let's get it

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