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Ah-ah-ah
Yeah

She's a cutie, brought me a gift from Milan
Ten days strutting and burning the Beautypass
Wants to celebrate on Pierre Cardin's couch
She does the most and then a little more

I used to pray for times like this
Domenico sends me PDF samples
I turn rappers into yes men
You laugh at your boss's jokes too, nah

No, bro, you can't argue with me
Everyone's making bank, everyone's rolling big
Runway and afterparty, stop the transfer, we’re drenched in flash
I don’t write my punchlines, my life does it

It was hard for my parents to understand
What it means to throw down and why someone would do it without naming you
That there are many friends who aren’t really friends, just friendly
And that there are contracts that if you sign come with strings attached

Subtweets? I don’t roll like that
The bodykit takes up a lane and a half
The overlip is overkill, she’s got thick lips
I thought it was luck until I went and did it again
Yeah

I thought it was luck until I went and did it again
Married to the game

We look back and this had to happen
Yeah, had to happen
Forgive us, God, for doubting, yeah
This had to happen, there was no other way

Yeah, God wanted it
If you can’t do tricks, you should leave the circus
My name on the gate, they kiss the ground I walk on
Of all the false prophets, the paper is my favorite, man

I’m fly, I’m looking good
She’s like Mona Tougaard, but shorter
In the tax range of Koundé and LolaLolita
Rap star with sales like an ex-winner, man

Loving like this is countercultural
Shining like this is thanks to the Audemars
Southerners with Moroccan links like a Judeline hit
They tax you for the Tris, you’re just another one

Naked in the dressing room: I have nothing to wear
Baby, put on the sundress with the Coperni sandals
So I don’t have to bend down to kiss you at the party in La Caserne
And your ass talks to me like the Green Goblin mask

Yeah, dog, I turned around, what are you gonna do about it?
Tss, nothing, show us what you’re made of
You find us where we always are, making money
And taking care of Dawa’s kid like he’s our own

(Tss, clown)
Taking care of Dawa’s kid like he’s our own
Married to the game

We look back and this had to happen
Yeah, had to happen
Forgive us, God, for doubting, yeah
This had to happen, there was no other way