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We're gonna do this my way, alright? Gucci, Hermès, never her way Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway Fuck what hoes claiming, got no say It's my way, not her way Gucci, Hermès, never her way Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway Hoes claiming, got no say It's my way, not your way Never been the type chase clout (Never) I can tell how you lace your Nikes, you jet and chase it down (Pyow) Before the race stretch, you wet, taking baby steps I've yet to reach my apex The track, it ain't made for potato heads, it'll be a train wrеck I make a bitch wait 'til her breast turn to Raisinеts (Woo) Tryna run game and finesse, we put razors to necks (Uh) My blade'll decapitate a leg, paint it and decorate it red Your old lady fainted, you dead, laying in bed Your flesh and brain dangling by a thread This ain't the web, a safe place to debate on a thread Socially awkward niggas, talks to give your boy long sentence In the court of opinion, typical plaintiff and defendant Claims he collected data from a census (What?) I was sniffing eight figures 'fore the my came to they senses (Uh) Letras de cancionesI copped a Rolls-Royce Wraith with the angel on the engine The realest in this, this ain't a snake oil business (Uh) I whip the pollo with the same water you boil chicken (Uh) The wrist a quarter mill', what's a sticker from Robin Kither [?] Exotic whipper, big dipper diamonds we got from Syria My la familia from Liberia, got my jewelry up Shitting on my opps like I got a cup filled with psyllium husk My watch chilly, you don't know how much chili I touched Uh, uh, uh Gucci, Hermès, never her way Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway It's my way, not her way Fuck what hoes say, they got no say Fuck what hoes say, they got no say Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway Gucci, Hermès, never her way Gucci, Hermès, never her way Louis, Dolce, shout to old Sway It's my way, and not her way Stomp From Letras Mania