Lundi matin Songtext
von Gustav

I′ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody slipping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't give a bread


′Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause I′mma get it all
And I′mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror
The mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir