This the last song on the EP
This shit about to be fire
Let's do this shit
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
Yea yea
It's like I don't really give a f*ck what this bitch thinks
She gonna if I'm straight I'm straight
I don't give a f*ck she be throwing all the hate
F*ck all that love shit that shits f*cking fake
Aye shoutout to Comme Des Bev
He got his garcon on his chest and his Benz
He got the Benz and I got the checks
He got his shorty then he on to the next
Aye why she so complex
Like these subjects
Why they gotta cap
Why these pussy boys gotta cap that they live in the hood and they reppin' the set
When they really don't know what that's about like
Damn
She on my f*ckin phone and she trynna go see a movie
She's trynna give me that booty
She's trynna go and pursue me
She wanna feel on my Louis
But I'm the man just like Kobe
I can keep it low key like Loki
But bitch I'm the flash like adobe
I got the green just like Broly like
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
Comme Des Andre - Postin on the Gram Lyrics
Comme Des Andre - Postin on the Gram Lyrics
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English
This the last song on the EP
This shit about to be fire
Let's do this shit
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
Yea yea
It's like I don't really give a f*ck what this bitch thinks
She gonna if I'm straight I'm straight
I don't give a f*ck she be throwing all the hate
F*ck all that love shit that shits f*cking fake
Aye shoutout to Comme Des Bev
He got his garcon on his chest and his Benz
He got the Benz and I got the checks
He got his shorty then he on to the next
Aye why she so complex
Like these subjects
Why they gotta cap
Why these pussy boys gotta cap that they live in the hood and they reppin' the set
When they really don't know what that's about like
Damn
She on my f*ckin phone and she trynna go see a movie
She's trynna give me that booty
She's trynna go and pursue me
She wanna feel on my Louis
But I'm the man just like Kobe
I can keep it low key like Loki
But bitch I'm the flash like adobe
I got the green just like Broly like
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
This shit about to be fire
Let's do this shit
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
Yea yea
It's like I don't really give a f*ck what this bitch thinks
She gonna if I'm straight I'm straight
I don't give a f*ck she be throwing all the hate
F*ck all that love shit that shits f*cking fake
Aye shoutout to Comme Des Bev
He got his garcon on his chest and his Benz
He got the Benz and I got the checks
He got his shorty then he on to the next
Aye why she so complex
Like these subjects
Why they gotta cap
Why these pussy boys gotta cap that they live in the hood and they reppin' the set
When they really don't know what that's about like
Damn
She on my f*ckin phone and she trynna go see a movie
She's trynna give me that booty
She's trynna go and pursue me
She wanna feel on my Louis
But I'm the man just like Kobe
I can keep it low key like Loki
But bitch I'm the flash like adobe
I got the green just like Broly like
Damn yea
Why you postin' on the gram
When you rockin' them low top vans
I don't really care bitch I know I'm the man
Why you always gotta flex on the gram
I don't know why she hatin' on my fam
Shorty on her phone flirting with my mans
I don't really care imma stick to the plan
Why she always gotta flex on the gram
Writer: Johnny Neves
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid