Vanity

Lyrics for Vanity

I mean Huh, yeah Fuck with that Yeah, I said, yo First off, the shirt smell like Maison Francis Kurkdjian Burned down Bergdorf, merging John Flirting with some old broad in Dior Amour Sauvage Ain't no Tracee Ellis Rosses up at Ross Maybe Erewhon and Balenciaga Erewhon What's that scent you wearing, is that Sua? Is that Porsche you call your car or that arm farce you got on You trying to trauma bond, crying inside the Prada store Like a spoiled little mama's boy, rocking joggers like a tomboy Aaliyah with the Tommy boxers on Niggas thought they was watching me fall off for so long They ran out of popcorn, sodas, nachos, and hot dogs (hot dogs) (hot dogs) My shit hit different, I look better than bitches, say to her listen, beauty isn't gender-specific The only thing feminine about me is the sentence by Clive Christian Woman think that I was trying to find religion, but God body don't shop at True Religion The truth was written in plain sight, it was hidden, the range nice, cocaine white, like pagan women Never pay the hit, we some ladykillers Mercedes 680 whippers, whipping like Ye in the kitchen, nigga Yeah, you bum ass niggas ought to be ashamed of yourselves, man And y'all fucked the Cubans up, too Mirror, mirror on the wall, I wish you could talk Dog, I put that shit on, I'm shitting where I want, like a dog I should be getting walked I piss on the floor in Dior and Louis Vuitton I shit on the floor in Dejeun and Yves Saint Laurent I do what the fuck I want in Isabel Marant Then run up the lawn run and pull a stunt My bitch suck a bullet out a-, huh Ooh, you're looking so goo- Ooh, you're looking so goo- Ooh