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idk - dom corleo lyrics

[intro]
(my boy henney, what’s up? n*gga, i know you in here)
(808 mafia)

[chorus: dom corleo]
told her i’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
please don’t ask me what it’s costing, i don’t even know myself
i bought it, i ain’t had no option, i gotta go get fly as h*ll
put it on now i’m flyer than ever, yeah, maison margiela the stepper
put that sh*t on and it’s wet like umbrella
pick her up and she wet like umbrella
dropped the ho off, i don’t know what to tell her
walk in the bank and i’m cool with the teller
i got a t on my bag and that’s teflar
and i know what up so i’ma go far
i got my money and i went far
rock out a show, b*tch, i’ma go hard
got a g on me and that’s for goyard
[verse 1: dom corleo]
yeah, goyard bag, rocking them goyard tags
double b i took the goyard back
ksubi jeans without the saks fifth tag
’cause i bought it at neiman’s
b*tch, i’m so cold like anemic
told that b*tch that i love her with no feeling
showed her i’m off of the drugs when i’m feeling
huh, huh, huh, b*tch, i feel like money, huh, i feel like hundreds, huh
man, i feel that coming, huh, feel that money
told the bad b*tch i feel like money
told the ho she ain’t getting none from me
told the ho she ain’t getting none dummy
yeah, i’m popping my sh*t, going dummy

[verse 2: highway]
i’m geeking up, i’m going junky (i’m geeking up, i’m going junky)
my thot, she wanna pay some to touch me
flawless set diamonds my earring, i had to go bust out my racks
i’m tired of rocking the rick, i’m stocking that sh*t, b*tch, just f*ck all that sh*t
my clothes so tight, [?]
we know you won’t bust, boy, tuck in your sh*t
you on the bus and i’m vrooming with this sh*t
i know you rhyming but we doing this sh*t
gone off the geek looking stupid as sh*t
jump in the crowd for amus*m*nt and sh*t (yeah, you know that i did)
addicted to drugs, money, and s*x (and s*x)
this money, it get a b*tch wet
ain’t nothing, i told the b*tch, “yeah”
so sorry, i had a b*tch, yeah
i’m so up, not average
i’m smoking your boy, not passing him
we did a lil’ thing on the camera
i made that b*tch sing like [?]
[chorus: dom corleo]
told her i’ma go shopping, blow a bag on myself
please don’t ask me what it’s costing, i don’t even know myself
i bought it, i ain’t had no option, i gotta go get fly as h*ll
put it on now i’m flyer than ever, yeah, maison margiela the stepper
put that sh*t on and it’s wet like umbrella
pick her up and she wet like umbrella
dropped the ho off, i don’t know what to tell her
walk in the bank and i’m cool with the teller
i got a t on my bag and that’s teflar
and i know what up so i’ma go far
i got my money and i went far
rock out a show, b*tch, i’ma go hard
got a g on me and that’s for goyard

- dom corleo lyrics

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