Lancey Foux - Burkin
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{Intro: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
(Jay Trench)
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
(It sounds like Nyge)
{Chorus: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
Don’t hold me back, you see me workin’, mm-hmm
You see the racks clean my purp’, mm-hmm
I smashed her back like she deserve it, mm-hmm
I’m going Siccadilly Circus, mm-hmm
I got two eyes on a third one, mm-hmm
Gotta keep my do not disturb on, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
{Verse 1: Sam Wise}
She meet me in person, it’s cool
My coat cost a monkey, and it’s cool
Back from the ‘Bach, and she throwing it back, and I’m talking it slow
Must be her fault, I see it all, fly on a woo
{Verse 2: Lancey Foux}
Fly on a woo, fly when I walk
High when I’m off, breaking the bank, breaking the law
Live by the sword, ride like four
Doubled the double and came back with four
‘Bout seven, six hoes, girls been gold
Thеy all on my back like a long day
I’m taking the chase likе emoji
{Verse 3: Sam Wise}
Tat on my arms, Ricks on my jeans
These ones are bagged, these cutting these jeans
I walk around with my heart on my sleeve
If you’ve done me dirty, I want you to see
You talking weed, we go get it and smell it
Then wreck it and request, yeah I’m not gonna sell it
You say a secret, I never could tell it
You is my brother, that be my bredrin’
They keep on talking, be going, be getting
We up in the box where they getting the message
My girl is impressive, my mind is impressive, my shoe game impressive, but fuck getting pressed
{Verse 4: Lancey Foux}
I’ma rise with the heat, I’ma put on the (?...)
Yeah God, she knew it from the death of me
I’ma go and get the paper, you know it’s no pressure
I’ma go make it sell like a professor, phew, phew
I’ma kill off my enemies
He might die by the skin of his teeth
Got the bread, now we making the heat
She gave me head, now she giving me knee
Moncler, I ain’t going out cheap
I wasn’t even there, and they know it’s me
I ain’t playing fair, ain’t no lowering me (Psyke, phew)
{Chorus: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
Don’t hold me back, you see me workin’, mm-hmm
You see the racks clean my purp’, mm-hmm
I smashed her back like she deserve it, mm-hmm
I’m going Siccadilly Circus, mm-hmm
I got two eyes on a third one, mm-hmm
Gotta keep my do not disturb on, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
{Intro: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
(Jay Trench)
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
(It sounds like Nyge)
{Chorus: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
Don’t hold me back, you see me workin’, mm-hmm
You see the racks clean my purp’, mm-hmm
I smashed her back like she deserve it, mm-hmm
I’m going Siccadilly Circus, mm-hmm
I got two eyes on a third one, mm-hmm
Gotta keep my do not disturb on, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
{Verse 1: Sam Wise}
She meet me in person, it’s cool
My coat cost a monkey, and it’s cool
Back from the ‘Bach, and she throwing it back, and I’m talking it slow
Must be her fault, I see it all, fly on a woo
{Verse 2: Lancey Foux}
Fly on a woo, fly when I walk
High when I’m off, breaking the bank, breaking the law
Live by the sword, ride like four
Doubled the double and came back with four
‘Bout seven, six hoes, girls been gold
Thеy all on my back like a long day
I’m taking the chase likе emoji
{Verse 3: Sam Wise}
Tat on my arms, Ricks on my jeans
These ones are bagged, these cutting these jeans
I walk around with my heart on my sleeve
If you’ve done me dirty, I want you to see
You talking weed, we go get it and smell it
Then wreck it and request, yeah I’m not gonna sell it
You say a secret, I never could tell it
You is my brother, that be my bredrin’
They keep on talking, be going, be getting
We up in the box where they getting the message
My girl is impressive, my mind is impressive, my shoe game impressive, but fuck getting pressed
{Verse 4: Lancey Foux}
I’ma rise with the heat, I’ma put on the (?...)
Yeah God, she knew it from the death of me
I’ma go and get the paper, you know it’s no pressure
I’ma go make it sell like a professor, phew, phew
I’ma kill off my enemies
He might die by the skin of his teeth
Got the bread, now we making the heat
She gave me head, now she giving me knee
Moncler, I ain’t going out cheap
I wasn’t even there, and they know it’s me
I ain’t playing fair, ain’t no lowering me (Psyke, phew)
{Chorus: Lancey Foux}
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
Don’t hold me back, you see me workin’, mm-hmm
You see the racks clean my purp’, mm-hmm
I smashed her back like she deserve it, mm-hmm
I’m going Siccadilly Circus, mm-hmm
I got two eyes on a third one, mm-hmm
Gotta keep my do not disturb on, mm-hmm
I’m in my bag, I’m in my Birkin, mm-hmm
