paroles de chanson Isabel Marant - Coi Leray

(Rocket Boy)

Yeah, yeah, I'm on they a-, yeah
Hop up on that couch and roll up latto out the bag (bag)
I don't need a stylist they can't f- with Coi Leray
Try to count me out, and now I'm big as Trippie Redd
Redd, Redd

I hope I don't crash
Scraping up the rim up on the sidewalk riding fast
I can't wait to pour up and cook up, up in that lab
This that brand-new Rick, Denim Tears, LV tags
This that brand-new Rick, Denim Tears, LV tags

I don't know nothing, no time for these b- I don't know
This Prada bag come with problems, these Tiffany Nikes step right on these bozos
Got a undercover vest, cost me 'bout three racks and they don't know
YSL drip on the jet, they flew me direct and put me in front row

Yeah, my diamonds big like a wrestler (like a wrestler)
I put Forgiatos on my Tesla (oh-oh-oh)
Wake up got to sleep in Margiela (yeah, yeah, yeah)
B-, I got that -, on my dresser, yeah
B-, I'm really rich got my check up (and, I'm rich, and I'm-, and I'm-)

Yeah, my socks is Kapital (yeah)
Walk in Christian Dior with Kenzo loafers, red carpet, I'm casual
Isabel Morant in Paris, yeah, yeah, yeah