Lyrics HANAZAWA - Oliver Francis

Whoa, yeah, ayy, bitch
Ayy, yeah
Gang gang gang gang (ayy, ayy)

Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa, oh
All black Timb's, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga"
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", ay (chu-chu)
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", uh
Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa
All black Timb's, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga"
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", ay (chu-chu)
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara"

Knock you out your retro's like I'm all might (all might)
Feelin' like I'm Metro, prod is so tight (whoa)
Uzumaki diamonds doin' spirals on my left wrist
Damier all on my waist, I know you see them checks, bitch
Qui Gon Jinn all in this blunt, I'm smokin' on that light green
My drip on 2006, like, oh, I think they like me
Ridin' 'round in the two-door
My bitch twistin' up the spliff
Champagne on the floorboards, that's some rich boy shit

You live with your parents
I touched down in Paris
It's raining out, I dropped the top
I'm draped up in Arc'teryx
I touched down in London, Burnout Boys, we international
I'm countin' up blue hunnids, you know all my jeans is Capital

I flex 'cause that's all I know
Size 11 Jordan Four's
Fuckin' with Lil' Oli F
The F is stand for Fendi, bro
I been duckin' L's like I'm allergic to them shits
I need the finest garments so I'm splurgin' on this shit, bitch

Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa
All black Timb's, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga"
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", ay (chu-chu)
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", uh
Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa
All black Timb's, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga"
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara", ay (chu-chu)
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara"

Dude, Chryse smoked all my Kush