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lirik lagu gashi - manicures on board

that’s so crazy
hey, hey, (?)

hey, takashi murakami louis duffel
girl i truly loved you, till you broke my heart that’s cupid shuffle (woo)
i’m buggin’ cause i could’ve f~cked your friend instead
girl i’m ballin’ i even gave you that nutmeg (woo)
crazy, but good riddance
i nutted in mouths i should’ve p~ssed in
wrist on sonny liston
margiela tux on this day of christmas
only hard d~ck is what my b~tch is getting (skrr)
valentino summers all my jeeps is hummers (yey)
fred designing on my sheets and covers when i sleep with women (fly)
don’t invite me over to your pity party switch the cartis to the gaultiers
my boat is at the chelsea pier (woo), girl this happеns every year
it’s vеry clear you only want me for them new bottegas bought you every pair (pew)
got them diamonds on me looking like a chandelier (woo)
i call my piece to david blaine and make him disappear (grrrrrrrt) (wooo) (skrrt)

(get it) balling like the harlem globe, i’m in the hall of fame
took the b~tch to starbucks cause i forgot her name (hahah)
turnin’ up my hustles, how i give myself a raise (skr)
got the perfect aim, they think it’s luck i did it again (dit it)
cruising off into the sunrise (skrrt), in a porsche 911 with the bug eyes
new prada lenses, you can’t see a thug cry (no)
my favorite rapper overdosed because his buzz died
i learned my lesson, fans ain’t gon’ love you forever, man they all gon’ exit (yey)
ain’t nothing worse than being famous, broke on ig flexing (yey)
you know what we call that sh~t, silent depression
yeah, and i’m doing what i’m supposed to
say she bis~xual, well, girl, i’m bicoastal
stuntin’ on the gram like, always on your socials
say she got a man, but he don’t ever post you
haha, how you say you got a man but he don’t post you?

(hahahahah) i turned times square into my living room
billboards everywhere, look like a photo booth
like joe pesci in home alone with the golden tooth (woo)
i wanted a big crib with the swimming pool
my son a shooter like carmelo (baow)
cayenne the porsche, the exterior marshmallow
a harsh fellow, as i dodge devils, i’m god~level
gemstones in my tombstone, imma die rebel
new bottega fabric, she love lyin’, so i copped the mattress
acting like she love me, but she a bad actress
me and gash go way back, since high school mathematics (yey)
who would’ve thought we’d drop class to drop classics
on a 747 on our way to paris (woow)
carry~ons only, girl, you weigh too much baggage
manicures on board, diamonds in my glasses (yee)
watching godfather carlo crying and we laughing (hahahah)
yeah, we laughing, plane touchdown, go shopping
and i raf it, rockstar, rolling stone, watch me mick jag it (yeah)
back to arizona, 200 in an aston (brrrrt)
got 50 on the wrist (yeah), 100 on my neck (yeah)
that’s your whole whip (whip), that painting on my wall (wall) that’s your whole crib (crib), i just bought a yacht on the toilet i’m the sh~t

we are not (?), no, no
we are not (?), no, noo
we are not (?)
we are not (?), no, no, no, noo
yey, no, no

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