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[Chorus: Armani]
She know, it’s her last day, if she lie to me (if she lie to me)
I know, I'ma take her back if she cry to me (if she cry to me)
I know, I look high as hell, it don’t surprise me
And I can’t see straight, but I see her perfect body
And I’m the type of to pop off and throw these racks like it’s Follies
And I’m the type to f*ck on your baby, she give it all to me
And I’m the type to get fresh to death, I need me a coffin please
And I feel like a god to these n*ggas, thе way they copy me

[Verse 1: Armani]
No, I don’t let еm play with my b*tch, I let my choppa breathe
She takin' off her Rick Owens jacket, unzip my Diesel jeans
She supermodel bad, yeah, I swear that she put a magazine
And every time we step out we fly as f*ck like a movie scene (Ah)
She the baddest that I ever seen (Baddest that I ever seen)
Said, "I love you" so don’t lie to me (Don’t lie to me)
(I said I, I said I)
I said, "I love you" so don’t lie to me

[Chorus: Armani]
She know, it’s her last day, if she lie to me (if she lie to me)
I know, I'ma take her back if she cry to me (if she cry to me)
I know, I look high as hell, it don’t surprise me
And I can’t see straight, but I see her perfect body
And I’m the type of to pop off and throw these racks like it’s Follies
And I’m the type to f*ck on your baby, she give it all to me
And I’m the type to get fresh to death, I need me a coffin please
And I feel like a god to these n*ggas, the way they copy me
[Verse 2: Izaya Tiji]
Make that hemi fly right out that Jeep
You said you wanted smoke, wanted that casket, you do not want that with my team
Everything, I would get my girl a ring, get her a lil' bag
And she was takin' the cheese, that ho' a keeper, that's why she blowin' her strap
A reaper, why'd you just put me deeper?
I made that ho' walk, she just wanna link up
Yeah, baby, die for a n*gga
Stop [?] that flame, get fried for a n*gga
Me and my b*tch just like KGB
I suck on her clit, she bust on the seat
That bittie so wet, get drowned like the reef
She love to give head, leave nut on her teeth
B-Broke pockets, striker
Brought a f*cking furry bag
Want me to beat, I fight her
I just need my lighter
Blow the stress away
Spilled it on my J's
New P like some Lays
Pay a hefty price for frames
Pay that price for whip, how you talk, ain't got no crib?
How you get pass, how did you slip?
I f*cked you up, I did you in
I did her in, f*ck them good sup, I did a sin
[Bridge: Izaya Tiji & Armani]
And she know (She know)
She know

[Chorus: Armani]
And she know, it’s her last day, if she lie to me (if she lie to me)
I know, I'ma take her back if she cry to me (if she cry to me)
I know, I look high as hell, it don’t surprise me
And I can’t see straight, but I see her perfect body
And I’m the type of to pop off and throw these racks like it’s Follies
And I’m the type to f*ck on your baby, she give it all to me
And I’m the type to get fresh to death, I need me a coffin please
And I feel like a god to these n*ggas, the way they copy me

[Outro: Armani]
She know, it’s her last day, if she lie to me (if she lie to me)
I know, I'ma take her back if she cry to me (if she cry to me)
I know, I look high as hell, it don’t surprise me
And I can’t see straight, but I see her perfect body
And I’m the type of to pop off and throw these racks like it’s Follies
And I’m the type to f*ck on your baby, she give it all to me
And I’m the type to get fresh to death, I need me a coffin please
And I feel like a god to these n*ggas, the way they copy me (Yeah)