Lyrics mitsu – Avant-garde

Avant-garde Lyrics – mitsu

Singer: mitsu
Title: Avant-garde

We got it (we got it, go)
Actually, you know (go, go)
We been having it to be honest with you (go, go)
Like f#ck man (go, go, okay let’s go, okay let’s go)

Yuh’ i been mixing the number (n)ine with the raf
Since i was in eighth grade (since i was in eighth grade)
I know he want him a verse, but i think he #ss
So i need my pay, pay (so i need my pay, pay)

And i been chillin’ in the stu’ just like its my crib
Makin’ hits till late, late (till late, late)
And i see the money it’s comin’ in
I’m goin up, cuz’ it’s my fate, huh, go

Yuh’ and i’m with my brothers we up
I just brought the lil’ ho to go cop undercover with me
And he said that he finna’ shoot
I ain’t worried cuz’ i know my bro said he covering mе

And you don’t got no one like coverin’ you
Boy you tеsting your luck, man u in too deep
Flexin’ yo money and sh#t, you ain’t got nun’
I made yo’ rent in just like two weeks

Huh, go, this girl she like avant-garde and fast cars
I just hop right in the gle
I’m finna’ whip this lil’ b#tch like a go-kart
And i don’t know what she see in me

But i know that we finna’ go far
Go, go, go, go
She wanna slide, told her bring a friend
Count up my guap, count the dividend

Talk my sh#t, no time to make amends
Yeah, this vetements not f#cking ve-tuh-ments
I hit up the chrome store with yujin
Matching chrome beanies, yeah that’s my twin

My circle you cannot get in
If you wanting in, you cannot audition
Yeah, like whatchu’ want?
Brand new bag from saint laurent?

My b#tch f#ck with avant-garde
Minji on my photocard
“triples” on my feet, my bro keep a beam on his glock
Amg coupe, this push to start

She said my vocals is art
Yo’ b#tch in my dms calling me pretty
She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties
I play her like cupid feel like fifty fifty

You wanna be me, b#tch you envious
Ha, my swag you depending on
I’m the father figure you are my son
I’m the father figure you are my son

Dior, my homme, my face, my neck is chrome
My b#tch she avant-garde
Yeah, straight from singapore
Salut, bonjour, delay and then concours

You say that’s your girl
Bro that’s my way of shooting load (pew)
Number (n)ine and the vetements
The belt buckle alyx, yeah

Used to rock them rickies
But i got tired of them sh#ts, aye
Had to cop sum mo’ for my lil prada wh#re
My prada b#tch, my prada ho

Tell me what you want more, aye
Apc the jeans, been the sh#t since a teen
Got a couple hundred sons
I’m still cooling in my dries

Then again it was hyein seo
Had to give her some of my clothes
Now my b#tch so avant-garde
She say yujin are you proud of me? sh#t

Yo’ b#tch in my dms calling me pretty
She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties
I play her like cupid feel like fifty fifty
You wanna be me, b#tch you envious

Ha, my swag you depending on
I’m the father figure you are my son
I’m the father figure you are my son
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