Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Devil Wears Balenciaga, artist - Savage Ga$p. Album song thinking of you, wherever you are, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 15.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Repost Network
Song language: English
The Devil Wears Balenciaga |
That’s what I thought you said |
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal |
Okay I️ walk up in that bitch, I️ hit that twice like a replay |
You know I ran up in his shit, he had to talk to my keyblade |
And I be posted with the clique, I’m running shit like a relay |
And I️ be rockin' out like Green Day, boy you can’t even relate |
I’m just like woah |
If I had a heart, this would be where I die of laughter |
Yuh, ayy, okay |
Chelsea booted up and you know that hoe YSL bitch |
I just want these bitches to myself cause I am selfish |
I’m just meditating, boy I’m smoking on that loud shit |
You was hating on me, now you see I’m fly as hell, bitch, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing |
I said like |
I talked to the devil and he had Balenciagas on |
Boy you know I’m shitting on that fit look at these Prada jawns |
People /round me switching up they looking like some Autobots |
2017 I’m blowin up like I was Alderaan |
Bi-bitch I’m smoking fat doinks, blowin' purple like Spyro |
I know your parents saw my lyrics and they think that I’m wild |
And bitch I’m screaming fuck a job, but I get paper like thousand |
I’m a motherfuckin' angel, sing like destiny’s child |
Woah, aye, I’m facing L’s like I’m light, bitch |
Mix the Virgil with the Nike kicks |
Gummy spiders in my Sprite, bitch |
Nice kid, I don’t fight shit |
I got all this rick up on me like where the fuck is Morty? |
Told that bitch to get up off me, she cannot afford me |
Drink a couple brewskis, with my boys we sippin' 40s |
Ruby red margielas bitch I’m Savage and LIL Dorothy |
I ain’t even want to smash on that bitch |
I just hit it once and vanish savage casp on that Bitch |
Spend a bag on my fit, like yo dad in my pics, and I’m icy as a bitch I look |
like Wrath of the Lich |
Started talking shit because they see that I’m balling |
I’m flexin' harder than the Asians that u see at yo' college |
I’m yellin' «Free my brother Gabe» 'cause he know that I’m solid |
I got a couple thousand plays and now my exes keep calling |
I said «Off-white tee with the cranberry mom shorts» |
Homies pull up with the sticks like they just came from Hogwarts |
Tennis racket in my hand, you know that I’m a baller |
Smoking on that J like Jesus Christ, almighty father |
Let my pistol dump on him you’d think I had a poop fetish |
'Bout to blow myself up, you would think I got like 2 Reddits |
I be gettin' guap like Faze Clan when they post new edits |
Recon Armor Halo 3, you know that I just stay flexin' |
Looking a ninja sword, I stay in the cut |
Told that Bitch I’m Guy Fieri and she turned to a slut, aye |
My shit go retarded, boy I’m screaming «Fuck a chromosome» |
I just drank a double cup of NyQuil, 'bout to overdose |
And I’m making music, fuckin' thots and eatin' Toblerone |
And I still love my idols, shout to Darius and Post Malone |
Yuh, ayy, okay |
Chelsea booted up and you know that hoe YSL bitch |
I just want these bitches to myself cause I am selfish |
I’m just meditating, boy I’m smoking on that loud shit |
You was hating on me, now you see I’m fly as hell, bitch, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing, ooh |
I be killing shit just like I’m hellsing |