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styled by meech - jackboy lyrics

[intro]
don’t y’all wanna be with us, y’all hear?
you ain’t got no motion, that’s why your dog keep gettin’ baked
that’s why your girl keep gettin’ creamed
’cause, look (ayy, kolvi, you goin’ too crazy)
(alex made this beat)
b>once your girl see a maybach, yeah
she come to the b&b, it’s over
ayy, yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah
okay, okay, yeah

[chorus]
these trousers came from balenciaga, i got expensive swag (i got expensive swag)
hood n*gga made it out of brow’, i gotta show my ass (show my ass)
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, i’ma buy my favorite b*tch a birkin bag (a birkin bag)
side b*tch never trippin’, she gеt chanel shoes with the pursе to match
your fly gotta match mine, so i’ma get you styed by meech (get you styed by meech)
she got a perfect smile, she went to columbia for her t**th (for her t**th)
i’m puttin’ her in a g wagon, regular benz way too cheap (way too cheap)
i got her friends askin’ do i got friends that act like me? (that act like me)

[verse 1]
your jewelry count certificates, i got it from van cleef
hit it tight to buy a cartier, i’ll buy you patek philippe
i gave that b*tch a birkin and twenty racks to start a business
she suck it ’til i nut, i’m in her mouth more than her guinness
real n*gga, never runnin’ game, rat’ll teach it to you
god forgive, i don’t, i’d rather leave before i preach it to you
“jack, why these n*ggas so mad?” i don’t know, probably ’cause them rats
“jack, what you do to get a bad b*tch?” i got off my ass
i f*ck with her the most ’cause when we link up, she don’t post
she share me with her bestie, that’s why i think she the g.o.a.t
way too big to creep, they ass gon’ tweet if they notice me
d*mn, bae, i can’t help my cousin with her groceries
[chorus]
these trousers came from balenciaga, i got expensive swag (i got expensive swag)
hood n*gga made it out of brow’, i gotta show my ass (show my ass)
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, i’ma buy my favorite b*tch a birkin bag (a birkin bag)
side b*tch never trippin’, she get chanel shoes with the purse to match
your fly gotta match mine, so i’ma get you styed by meech (get you styed by meech)
she got a perfect smile, she went to columbia for her t**th (for her t**th)
i’m puttin’ her in a g wagon, regular benz way too cheap (way too cheap)
i got her friends askin’ do i got friends that act like me? (that act like me)

[verse 2]
i’m way in costa rica, f*ckin’ hoes on jaco beach
won’t trip over no b*tches, too much fishes in the sea
won’t trip over no b*tch, i got good footwork, i won’t stumble
i’m ’bout my dome, stackin’ this sh*t thick like it’s from crumble
diamonds hittin’ hard, my sh*t be bitin’ like mike tyson
glizzy in her purse and my b*tch don’t plan on fightin’
she thuggin’ like me, you movin’ funny, she gon’ bust it
she think just like me, you n*ggas corny and we don’t trust it

[chorus]
these trousers came from balenciaga, i got expensive swag (i got expensive swag)
hood n*gga made it out of brow’, i gotta show my ass (show my ass)
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, i’ma buy my favorite b*tch a birkin bag (a birkin bag)
side b*tch never trippin’, she get chanel shoes with the purse to match
your fly gotta match mine, so i’ma get you styed by meech (get you styed by meech)
she got a perfect smile, she went to columbia for her t**th (for her t**th)
i’m puttin’ her in a g wagon, regular benz way too cheap (way too cheap)
i got her friends askin’ do i got friends that act like me? (that act like me)

- jackboy lyrics

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