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NSG – Expensive Lyrics

Expensive By NSG

Got some bad habits I like expensive shit
That’s why my shawty loves expensive things
Louis and Chanel plus she wants a diamond ring
She knows I got it I’m expensive kid
Gelato zoot that’s expensive spliff
Pull up and skrr that’s expensive skid
Miss independent comes with attitude and shit
She wants a g so she fucking with the kid

They praying on my down, you ain’t praying hard enough
We Smoking different loud, you can’t get high as us
This gyal I’m with she different not ordinary stuff
We dripping in Italian, that gucci, fendi stuff

Ouu don’t Bell my line
I don’t no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nahh You didn’t wanna phone my line

Ouu my gyal she fine
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified

This dick ain’t free this shit cost
Ride with me get lit of course
Foreign drip ohh
She gon risk it all
I don’t want no problem ma
But your body’s mashalla
Thank God for this this daily bread
I know they wish that I won’t ball

Keep it 10
I’ll give you sex
Slimey shoes
Gucci steps
Dripping in designer
Like she come from China
If you gimme good good neck
I can put chain on them
Nothing ever ever less than 10
Let you drip drip finesse

They praying on my down, you ain’t praying hard enough
We Smoking different loud, you can’t get high as us
This gyal I’m with she different not ordinary stuff
We dripping in Italian, that gucci, fendi stuff

Ouu don’t Bell my line
I don’t no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah You didn’t wanna phone my line

Ouu my gyal she fine
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified

I’m sorry I made you wait
Pussy good I pulled out late
She’s all over my face I call her MUA
Put you in GLA
Skrrr off to see LA
LV to hold your jeans
Channel to paint your face

Level up to ma wave
Put gucci all on her waist
I know she loves ma taste
I make her flex in Versace shades

Run it up all day
You could never swing me no lemon haze
Alla this money we making
I count till ma fingers lazy

They praying on my down, you ain’t praying hard enough
We Smoking different loud, you can’t get high as us
This gyal I’m with she different not ordinary stuff
We dripping in Italian, that gucci, fendi stuff

Ouu don’t Bell my line
I don’t no one a dime
Cold nights tryna bill a line
Nah You didn’t wanna phone my line

Ouu my gyal she fine
Always wanna be beside her
Dripping in new designer
My gyal she certified