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Lavish Video (MV)




Performed By: illkira
Length: 1:54
Written by: Aaron Bassin




illkira - Lavish Lyrics
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I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
She's a bad bitch
I know that she lavish
She just want the cash
Takin' pictures for the gram
Said that she ain't got no man
I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
I'm bout' to flex at the bank, yeah
Chanel on my bag, issa bank yeah
You can't even pay for my drink, yeah
My jewelry expensive in taste, yeah
Every time I walk
I'm leavin' these bitches in chalk
They tryin' to dap me up
Ain't tryin' to talk
You so random yeah
Rando yeah
You soft like candy yeah
Yeah, that's all they care about
That's all they care about
Money!
That's all they care about
That's all they care about
That's all, they care!
She's a bad bitch
I know that she lavish
She just want the cash
Takin' pictures for the gram
Said that she ain't got no man
I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
Ayuh
(Ayuh) I
Ahhh-uh
Uhh ah-uh huh
(Mmm ahh)
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I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
She's a bad bitch
I know that she lavish
She just want the cash
Takin' pictures for the gram
Said that she ain't got no man
I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
I'm bout' to flex at the bank, yeah
Chanel on my bag, issa bank yeah
You can't even pay for my drink, yeah
My jewelry expensive in taste, yeah
Every time I walk
I'm leavin' these bitches in chalk
They tryin' to dap me up
Ain't tryin' to talk
You so random yeah
Rando yeah
You soft like candy yeah
Yeah, that's all they care about
That's all they care about
Money!
That's all they care about
That's all they care about
That's all, they care!
She's a bad bitch
I know that she lavish
She just want the cash
Takin' pictures for the gram
Said that she ain't got no man
I know she lying
That money don't make you stylish
Sauce got to your head, yuh
I don't take pills
Gotta keep my head good
No I don't kill
Leave it to my mans, yuh
Ain't carry no gun
Give it to my mans, yuh
Can't carry no love
Cause her friend too bad, yuh
She way too good with it
Make me glad, huh
Ayuh
(Ayuh) I
Ahhh-uh
Uhh ah-uh huh
(Mmm ahh)
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Writer: Aaron Bassin
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