Paroles de la chanson Isabel Marant par Coi Leray
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Paroles de la chanson Isabel Marant par Coi Leray
(Rocket Boy)
Yeah I'm on they ass (Yeah)
Hop up out that couch and roll up latto out the bank (Bank, let's go)
I don't need a stylist, they can't fuck with Coi Leray (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to count me out, and now I'm big as Trippie Redd (Yeah, Red, Red)
Woo, I hope I don't crash (Yeah, crash)
Scrapin' up the rim up on that sidewalk, ride it fast (Let's go)
I can't wait to pour up and cook up, up in that lab
This that brand new ring, Denim Tears, LV tags
This that brand new ring, Denim Tears, LV tags (Yeah)
Yeah I'm on they ass (Yeah)
Hop up out that couch and roll up latto out the bank (Bank, let's go)
I don't need a stylist, they can't fuck with Coi Leray (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to count me out, and now I'm big as Trippie Redd (Yeah, Red, Red)
Woo, I hope I don't crash (Yeah, crash)
Scrapin' up the rim up on that sidewalk, ride it fast (Let's go)
I can't wait to pour up and cook up, up in that lab
This that brand new ring, Denim Tears, LV tags
This that brand new ring, Denim Tears, LV tags (Yeah)
I don't know nothin', no time for these bitches I don't know (Yeah)
Just Prada bag, I'ma prop these Tiffanys, Nike, step right on these bozos (Yeah)
Got a undercover vest, cost me bout three racks and they don't know (Yeah)
YSL drip on they jet, they fly me direct and put me in front row
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, my diamonds big like a wrestler (Like a wrestler, yeah)
I put Forgiattos on my ten slow (Oh-oh-oh)
We can go to sleep in Margiela (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I got that on my dresser (Uh)
Bitch, 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 lows, red carpet, I'm casual
Just Prada bag, I'ma prop these Tiffanys, Nike, step right on these bozos (Yeah)
Got a undercover vest, cost me bout three racks and they don't know (Yeah)
YSL drip on they jet, they fly me direct and put me in front row
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, my diamonds big like a wrestler (Like a wrestler, yeah)
I put Forgiattos on my ten slow (Oh-oh-oh)
We can go to sleep in Margiela (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I got that on my dresser (Uh)
Bitch, 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 lows, red carpet, I'm casual
Isabel Marant in Paris (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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