G-Eazy - Origami (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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G-Eazy - Origami (en) Lyrics
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I treat the gang like one of my phones
You can't get in without
knowin' the code
Call and collect for all that I'm owed
This ain't origami, I'm
never gon' fold
Saint Laurent coat (oh, shit!)
My dog 40 Water, I tell him to go
Take what I'm owed (oh, shit!)
One in a million (Ayy)
Why would I take your opinion?
You would prolly would fold
in the shit that I been in
Made it out, ooh, what a feelin'
Look how they done turned the
hero to a villain (Villain)
Notice we callin' them opps
I might send a shot from the
top of the buildin' (Pew)
Never take me for no industry plant
We can't do all that linkin'
and buildin' (Cert)
Fuck do y'all take me for?
Gassed up, the tank is on
F, I fuck her the best
She know I ain't kissin' no whore
GPS, look at 'em lost, he
ain't got the sauce
He ain't got the vision no more
I used to point at the guards
and give 'em a play
But fuck, I ain't dishin' no more
Louis V all on my glasses,
Saint Laurent jackets
Yeah, but the denim's Dior
Money fall like origami, fuck
am I talkin' 'bout?
My shit can't fold anymore
She used to give me cold
shoulders, I heat it up
Her shit ain't cold anymore (No)
Only few places I go anymore (Haha)
Trunk in the front with the
vertical doors (Woo)
You know, I say I'm up and I'm still
bein' generous (Generous)
Could give all my doubters a stimulus
I ain't got no time to reminisce
Only attachment I want is a message
with videos, images
Please don't act innocent (You
know what time it is)
I got so used to me winnin' shit
Won't even suit up for scrimmages (No)
I turned a deal to a dealership
We used to drive out of
state with the pack
Put trees in the boot like
a Timberland, ooh
My bitch and my ex back and
forth with the racket
I feel like I'm at the Wimbledon, ooh
I get to wake up a CEO
Shit, she say I'm lucky
But she get to wake up
and see me though
Shit, so who really lucky?
Mister Celine
I put the D on her, bring her 'round
primetime, I had to D on her
She brought her friend,
she look like Rihanna
Won't have the molly, won't
have the C on her
Let's have a threesome
if we agree on her
I feel like Klay, I hit
the three-pointer
You know she mine, you
see the G on her
Seen her with me, now they
tryna be on her, ayy
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