Lil Wayne – Comme des Garçons Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Comme des Garçons – Lil Wayne

Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it’s windy
Too cold for the Devil, I’m snowin’ in Hell

Skatin’ on marble, I flow like Danaer’
I’m dancin’ on water, tip-toein’ on nails
Can’t walk in my sh*es, can’t roll in my wheels
Can’t order my food, you throw up that meal
Can’t do what I do, you can’t do me
Yeah, when I try to do you, I’m too me
Look at my sons’ faces, I see the new me
I look in the their face and I see the beauty

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I take a vacation and go see some beautiful s**t
Come back with a whole different view of this s**t
My third eye just opened ’cause two wasn’t s**t
It’s either that or too many or losin’ agend’

Got a cute-ass lil’ b**ch with a coke habit
That lil’ b**ch at my crib ’til the snow cappin’
When we f**k, man, that s**t made it go faster
She so numb, man, that b**ch ain’t got no passion
Ain’t no love in that b**ch, ain’t no roll messin’
Ain’t no love in that b**ch, ain’t got no passion
Ain’t no judgin’ that b**ch ’cause we both addicts
She in love with this deeck, it got gold status

Huh, Comme Des Garçons
I got that bread like a b**ch got the barnacle
Son got the bands on my deeck and they bustin’ my balls
And she play with my deeck, make me bust in my drawers
And I take off my ethica, I’m gettin’ neck
And she gettin’ wet and now I’m gettin’ erections
Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her
I’m blessin’ her, I think I pop too much ecs’ with her
I f**k with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her
Don’t care who left with her, I don’t wan’ F with her
Hop off that pedestal if you wan’ leave
Then it was my pleasure, don’t doubt too much pleasurable
I’m on my medical, smokin’ my vegetable
Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal
Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin’ you
How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you

Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent
I mix new CDG with some new YSL
I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel
All you get is f**ked up like a two-dollar bill
I’m so f**ked up, they say, you gotta chill
So-so f**ked up, Tunechi, you’re outta here
Raw in the cut, smokin’ dope, poppin’ pills
Since I’m goin’ so nuts, I drip pure, I’ma mill’

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Ugh, cut on that song
F**k what they all say
N**ga, f**k what they done
I give a f**k what they on
I run in your place, like, Honey, I’m home
Like, Honey, I’m wrong
‘Cause I tell you, I love you, and honey, I don’t
Got too many girlfriends
Got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk

Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt
I spend I don’t want, which one of y’all want
None of y’all want, .., f**k what y’all thought
F**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a f**k what that cost, suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dropped in that ..

F**k you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a f**k what that cost, gotta suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dropped in that ..
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
Mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
Can’t walk in my sh*es, can’t roll in my wheels
Can’t order my food, you throw up that meal

Young Mula, lil’ b**ch
Young Mula, lil’ b**ch
Young Money, Mack Maine, Chaz, let’s get it
No Ceilings 3…

➤ Written by Lil Wayne
Album: No Ceilings 3
Produced by 808 Melo
Lil Wayne | 2020

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