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15 bands all on American Eagle
Blowing money ain't shit especially when your ass single
Last Kings I'm cashing out, you can call that shit regal
Walked up in the club and my ass ain't even legal
Though Word Play was a Latin King from these letters
I'm fly as fuck my closet got all these feathers
You keep it silent and they think you the devil
Spent 7 racks on all my jeans and sweaters

[Verse 1]
Walked up in the store and I'm changing the weather
AE Everything I put it on for whatever
Some 10's of thousands when you see us together
Got an American Eagle plug I cal that bitch Heather
These Last Kings jeans are wax, n***a no leather
Clothes in my closet rare like a bald eagle feather
I'm balling like I'm Curry your ass ball like a tether
Every time I walk in the store my budget get bigger
I'm fly as fuck you can see by my shirt
Your swag ain't touching mine bruh your ass is so hurt
My shit is mean bruh my shit go berserk
Rap game, track game, bitch I go to work

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[Verse 2]
Summertime is mine when I step off the plane
I'm dark as fuck so I don't need no sunscreen
Put lotion on my tats bruh my shit is so mean
LK is my tank and my shorts is AE
My love for it deeper than an ocean or a pool
I get all the fucking fame, the money, and them garden tools
I'm the AE king, fuck your fucking Tru Religion jeans
Mr. Bookbag wear that bird and Steez a 501 fein
It ain't enough amount of money to change where I'm from
I'll take two-thirds a fucking kilo and put it right in my lungs
I'm moving on I'm moving on, fuck that Louie Vutton
All the drugs I fucking take, call me El Padron

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