Tyke - Ralph Lauren Lyrics

Lyrics Ralph Lauren - Tyke



Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
This ain't no USPA
That's like labelin piss lemonade and admitting you can live without gettin paid
Hey, to each is own, Ho hold the phone
I can tell yousa broke one by ya tone
So leave me alone, that pussy worthless
It's you it ain't me, we ain't workin
Thought I'd be nice just because I'm white
Think again bitch, get out my life
Feelin too hungry to give up a slice
And ya dough look so crummy, you can't pay the price
Am I right? You decide
Clashin hard like Raiders n niners
Cant believe that y'all need the late reminder
That y'all look like trash in that fake designer
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
If you don't talk money, you borin
Somebody betta call corporate
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
Mind ya own bidness and forfeit
Can't tell the kid shit like an orphan
Ralph Lauren, Ralph Lauren
Also decked out in that lands end
No my fam don't own a mansion
Fuck supremacy bruh I'm no klansmen
Not to mention, racism whack
Don't push a trend if you takin it back
Don't feel entitled to say this and that
Cuh my fit lookin wild and my skin isn't black
How this crack-lacka mackin so tight
Rappin and slappin too crackin for white
Ask me what happened, I laugh at ya life
I don't rap for fashion, no mask on my mind
They say they got balls but they some pussy like the LPGA
I cant chill like l-u-k-e Cage but mdma gonna help me behave
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
If you don't talk money, you borin
Somebody betta call corporate
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
Mind ya own bidness and forfeit
Can't tell the kid shit like an orphan
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Dont talk on threads, unless it's a compliment
Feel like im the freshest mafk on the continent
While you a stain! Like a spilled condiment
My fit ain't monogamous, ladies come fondle this awesomeness and peep the golds
Those stories you heard full of holes
Cus I ain't no stripper but I'm up in the polls
Whoa, can you relate
I leave my mark like Bambu to a face
They commit fit seppuku wit fubu and bape
I'm a clean asshole without a bidet
Ayee, don't take offense
But what you wearin just doesnt make sense
Cashin on fits before you pay rents
Bruh you gotta stack chips before you bank m's
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
If you don't talk money, you borin
Somebody betta call corporate
Ralph, Lauren. Ralph, Lauren
Fit killin like the 4 horsemen
Mind ya own bidness and forfeit
Can't tell the kid shit like an orphan



Writer(s): Michael Tacchella


Tyke - Child's Play
Album Child's Play
date of release
13-09-2018




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