Lundi Matin Lyrics & Chords By 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