LUXURY by Elijah Amir Lyrics

LUXURY:


[Verse:]
She say she fuck with me
I think it's the Luxury
Designer clothes and sneaks
Iced out grills and diamond rings
Laced her out in VVS's
Chain drip like her pussy wetness
Both young and so fucking reckless
We sin on a different level
Rough sex on a churches benches
Sex God with infinite inches
Smoked out in my new raf simons
Dumb rich and don't got no feelings
Tote bag full of wine and mary
Fucked up with no signs of chilling
My wine aged like Halle berry
This red got me past the ceilings
SMOKED OUT IN MY NEW RAFS
With the off white over shoulder strap bag
Out in Sf, making hypebeast mad
Eye be setting new trends
Kids calling me they dad
Niggas looking up to me
When I’m the height of a casket underneath
Grim reaper make a dollar every time a mother weep
Money green when eye bleed
Philly still the home team
Heavy on my Vlone, dolo smoking OG

AHHH

She claim she fuck with me
Eye know it’s the luxury
I’ll never hold her close
She’ll never get one up on me
Eye fuck her once and leave
That’s just the luxury...of living up to speed
She Can't Keep Up With Me...


YE-YAH
LUXURY LUXURY LUXURY
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YE-YAHHH

She say she fuck with me
I think it's the Luxury
Designer clothes and sneaks
Iced out grills and diamond rings
Laced her out in VVS's
Chain drip like her pussy wetness
Both young and so fucking reckless
We sin on a different level
Rough sex on a churches benches
Sex God with infinite inches
Smoked out in my new raf simons
Dumb rich and don't got no feelings
Tote bag full of wine and mary
Fucked up with no signs of chilling
My wine aged like Halle Berry
This red got me past the ceiling...