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I, I don't have the patience or the time Remember how it felt between my thighs Now you don't get to look me in my eyes 'Cause I'm cuttin' off your supply-y-y-y (Touch it) Yi-y-y-y (Touch it) Yi-y-y-y (Touch it) Yi-y-y-y You know cashmere I don't wear that shit no more, no not since last year Soon as she walked out the door, all drenched in cashmere Lighter fluid on the floor, man, fuck your cashmere That's how I feel You know I hear (Hear) Dirty music comin' through your walls, crystal clear Saw your shoes out in the hall, bet they disappeared ('Peared) Man, fuck your cashmere That's how I feel Baby You just wanna taste me, call it candy (You wanna taste me?) But you can't unless you're payin' full price Told you for the very, very last time Now I'm cuttin' off your supply, y-y-y-y (Touch it) Yi-y-y-y (Touch it) Yi-y-y-y Letras de canciones(Touch it) Yi-y-y-y No, I don't want love and I don't wanna keep your cashmere (Cashmere) And he daps me up, but I already shed my last tear This shit's too much and I don't wanna end up stuck here Let me be real clear Man, fuck your cashmere Hey, yeah, yee-yee, yeah, yeah, yeah Ee-yeah, ee-yeah Your cashmere, hey, yeah, yee-yee, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know cashmere I don't wear that shit no more, no not since last year Soon as she walked out the door, all drenched in cashmere Lighter fluid on the floor, man, fuck your cashmere That's how I feel Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha Okay From Letras Mania