paroles de chanson Avant-Garde (feat. Kuru & Ujin) - mitsu

We got it (we got it, go)
Actually, you know (go, go)
We been having it to be honest with you (go, go)
Like fuck man (go, go, okay let's go, okay let's go)

Yuh' I been mixing the Number (N)ine with the Raf
Since I was in eighth grade (since I was in eighth grade)
I know he want him a verse, but I think he ass
So I need my pay, pay (so I need my pay, pay)
And I been chillin' in the stu' just like its my crib
Makin' hits till late, late (till late, late)
And I see the money it's comin' in
I'm goin up cuz' it's my fate, huh, go
Yuh' and I'm with my brothers we up
I just brought the lil' ho to go cop Undercover with me
And he said that he finna' shoot
I ain't worried cuz' I know my bro said he covering me
And you don't got no one like coverin' you
Boy you testing your luck, man u in too deep
Flexin' yo money and shit, you ain't got nun'
I made yo' rent in just like two weeks
Huh, go, this girl she like avant-garde and fast cars
I just hop right in the GLE
I'm finna' whip this lil' bitch like a go-kart
And I don't know what she see in me
But I know that we finna' go far

Go, go, go, go
She wanna slide, told her bring a friend
Count up my guap, count the dividend
Talk my shit, no time to make amends
Yeah, this Vetements not fucking ve-tuh-ments
I hit up the Chrome store with yujin
Matching Chrome beanies, yeah that's my twin
My circle you cannot get in
If you wanting in, you cannot audition
Yeah, like whatchu' want?
Brand new bag from Saint Laurent?
My bitch fuck with avant-garde
Minji on my photocard
"TripleS" on my feet, my bro keep a beam on his glock
AMG coupe, this push to start
She said my vocals is art
Yo' bitch in my dms calling me pretty
She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties
I play her like cupid feel like FIFTY FIFTY
You wanna be me, bitch you envious
Ha, my swag you depending on
I'm the father figure you are my son
I'm the father figure you are my son

Dior, my homme, my face, my neck is Chrome
My bitch she avant-garde
Yeah, straight from Singapore
Salut, bonjour, delay and then concur
You say that's your girl
Bro that's my way of shooting load (pew)
Number (N)ine and the Vetements
The belt buckle Alyx, yeah
Used to rock them rickies
But I got tired of them shits, aye
Had to cop sum mo' for my lil Prada whore
My Prada bitch, my Prada ho
Tell me what you want more, aye
APC the jeans, been the shit since a teen
Got a couple hundred sons
I'm still cooling in my dries
Then again it was HYEIN SEO
Had to give her some of my clothes
Now my bitch so avant-garde
She say yujin are you proud of me? Shit

Yo' bitch in my dms calling me pretty
She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties
I play her like cupid feel like FIFTY FIFTY
You wanna be me, bitch you envious
Ha, my swag you depending on
I'm the father figure you are my son
I'm the father figure you are my son