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move my feet. Got all my girls with me. M. B. A up in N. Y. C. Hermes bags and we all look pretty. Dressed up like *** in the City. Hermes bags and we all look pretty. Dressed up like *** in the
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Okay, okay, alright, huh. Oh, mmm, okay, haha. Nigga drop this one. Woah, Kenny. Uh, okay, baby be calling me Hercules. 'Cause the H on my waist, but this bitch here stand for Hermes. O-o-okay, I
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. Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior. Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia. TMZ taking pictures, causin' mad hysteria. Momma see me on BET and started tearin' up. I'ma start killin' niggas
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-atch; oh no you won't see that. And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is. But girlfriend, work with the kid. I keep you Hermes Burkin Bag. Minolo Blohnik Timbs, aviator lens. 600
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& Fivio Foreign. Skrrt 'round there in your ends, whole southside on ten. Not like them, make men lean out Benz. That's how a man get blem, you and your friends. This Hermés from runway, this ain't Ralph
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the coke, let the lawyer beat the case. Murder was the case that they gave me. I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me. Stuntin' to the max like wavy, oh *!. Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so
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like I'm goin' to take a pic. Hermes hit my main line 'cause they know I'm lit. Stuffed a hundred-fifty racks in your purse, lil' bitch. And when I wake up, go surf in your pussy, hit. Pre-Chorus Future