Текст песни Brands - T.H.C (The Harlem Child)

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T.H.C
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I want that Gucci I want that Louis I want that Fendi that Prada
I want Medusa I want the ape
I'm tryna flex with designer
I wanna flex with my gammo
G star by the car load
Super dry scan the bar code
Swiping swiping got the car code

This is a billionaires boys club
Broke boy spend ya car note
Stussy stamped I be so supreme
Born and raised in these concepts
10 deep I be undefeated
Mommy made me in the projects
Always rocking with my buffalo
Hill figure polo down what that shit hitting for

Designer designer got me mesmerized
Glowing up I had to severe ties
Medusa got me with a heart of stone
Word to jamz I'm a vagabond
Plastic on me and hits hitting off
Cop the Cali then I get it off
Your wifey pulling down my balmains
Just to murder all the malls mane

All she getting is some bubble gum
I juicy fruit her then we cuddle some
Grew up where niggas 1090 at
So the thoughts in my mind they be troublesome
First I get the coins then I press it up
Then I hit the bro he gon chef it up
Then we out of town
Came to mess it up
In and out of spots
We ain't letting up

I want that Gucci I want that Louis I want that Fendi that Prada
I want Medusa I want the ape
I'm tryna flex with designer
I wanna flex with my gammo
G star by the car load
Super dry scan the bar code
Swiping swiping got the car code

This is a billionaires boys club
Broke boy spend ya car note
Stussy stamp'd I be so supreme
Born and raised in these concepts
10 deep I be undefeated
Mommy made me in the projects
Always rocking with my buffalo
Hill figure polo down what that shit hitting for

Spending spending think I got a issue
Feeling like a shopaholic
Kind of hard to put a habit down
When you know you can afford it
Swear I love when I see approved
If I ever don't I don't aboard it
I be backing out the blue cheese
Never let a spot play me

Gotta let me know got cash too
Fuck you nigga pay me
I'ma show you what this cash do
Cashier moving shady
Bunch of bags like a bell hop
Killing stores on the daily
Summertime in my shell tops
Like a nigga from the 80's

Money over seas
Got me spending double
Team about to huddle
Streets a never love you
Wavyworld the ocean
We don't fuck with puddles
Walking down this road
Praying I don't stumble
All I talk is loud

Never talking mumble
All about a loaf
I want every crumble
In my younger days
Had a lot of rumbles
Now I'm more mature
So I keep it humble

I want that Gucci I want that Louis I want that Fendi that Prada
I want Medusa I want the ape
I'm tryna flex with designer
I wanna flex with my gammo
G star by the car load
Super dry scan the bar code
Swiping swiping got the car code

This is a billionaires boys club
Broke boy spend ya car note
Stussy stamp'd I be so supreme
Born and raised in these concepts
10 deep I be undefeated
Mommy made me in the projects
Always rocking with my buffalo
Hill figure polo down what that shit hitting for