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optimus prime - garçon margiela lyrics

[intro]
hola niño
huh, (ha, hah)
huh, huh, (ha, hah, ha)
huh, huh, huh, (ha, hah, ha)
huh, huh, huh, (ha, hah, ha)
yeah, yeah, yeah, (ha, hah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, (ha, hah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, (ha, hah)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook]
b*tch did me bad, think she got me in my bag. (bag)
next one came around, told her i just wanna be friends. (yeah)
i’m with my dawg like jake, okay n*gga i’m finn. (n*gga i’m finn)
i know some n*ggas hate me, maybe even my kin
i gotta get that benz, (benz)
grindin’ on the weekend. (weekend)
he like talking sh*t, (sh*t)
we like shooting sh*t. (sh*t)
keep that murda stick. (stick)
choppa could shoot off his limbs. (limbs)
i can’t be no simp, (no simp)
garçon, you ain’t f*ckin’ with him. (garçon, you ain’t f*ckin’ with him)

[hook]
we was down 3*1, and then came back like lebron. (lebron)
optimus, they transformed when they seen me in my prime. (my prime)
okay, that’s your squad n*gga? (that’s your squad?)
that’s a facade n*gga. (that’s a facade)
she seen the money and said, “oh my god”, n*gga. (oh my god)
shout out my boy izzy. (yeah, yea)
we was in harlem, getting too litty. (yea, yeah, yeah)
n*gga run down, on lil miggy, (yeah, yea)
he getting bopped, n*gga no diddy. (yea, yeah, yeah)
better check in when you in my city, (yeah, yea)
i can’t show these n*ggas no pity. (yea, yeah, yeah)
i’m with elliot, n*gga like missy. (yeah, yea)
and he made my diamonds glisten. (yea, yeah, yeah)
garçon margiela. (garçon margiela)
only n*gga i f*ck with that’s tellin’ is that bank teller. (yeah, yea)
might be a rockstar, i walk around with that heavy metal. (that heavy metal)
paid like 3 and a half for this chanelly sweater, (chanelly sweater)
yeah, i’m a go*getter
yeah, and my heart so bitter, all these hoes did me wrong. (all these hoes did me wrong)
focused on not being broke, and forgot i got my heart broke. (i forgot i got my heart broke.)
my plug his name carlos, i think he from mexico. (think he from mexico)
kick down your door
going to get my dough. (gon’ get my dough, dough)
[hook]
b*tch did me bad, think she got me in my bag. (bag)
next one came around, told her i just wanna be friends. (yeah)
i’m with my dawg like jake, okay n*gga i’m finn. (n*gga i’m finn)
i know some n*ggas hate me, maybe even my kin
i gotta get that benz, (benz)
grindin’ on the weekend. (weekend)
he like talking sh*t, (sh*t)
we like shooting sh*t. (sh*t)
keep that murda stick. (stick)
choppa could shoot off his limbs. (limbs)
i can’t be no simp, (no simp)
garçon, you ain’t f*ckin’ with him. (garçon, you ain’t f*ckin’ with him)

- garcon margiela lyrics

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