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conversations.value: Write me a song called Balenciaga with the following description: “Balenciaga” is a braggadocios single from YSL’s very own Lil Keed. The song leaked under “East Point” a few days prior to its official release with slightly different vocals. The song features 21 Savage, who along with Lil Keed, flexes his Balenciaga shoes. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Keed]
  (
  Ayy where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!
  )
  Let's go
  KeedToven
  (Keed, talk to ’em)
  [Chorus: Lil Keed]
  (Keed, talk to 'em)
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin’, size 42
  Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot
  Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe
  Yeah, sticks on us and the show, made the news
  Smokin' Runtz in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
  Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose
  And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
  Worry 'bout that, this-this ain't that
  Worry ’bout that, where yo, where yo check at?
  Worry ’bout that, worry 'bout that
  You worried ’bout this, and this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em)
  [Verse 1: Lil Keed]
  In that space coupe, free that nigga Ralph
  We go way back like a sunroof, all these bitches rubbin' on me
  I feel like I’m at Jeju's get that paper upfront
  'Fore I even walk through (Keed, talk to 'em)
  Let's go, me and my dog gon' get bands
  Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten
  It just me and my dog in that motherfuckin' Benz
  I can't wait for my dog to get out that fuckin' can [Chorus: Lil Keed & 
  21 Savage
  ]
  (Keed, talk to 'em)
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', size 42
  Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot
  Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe
  Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news
  Smokin' Runtz in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
  Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose
  And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
  Worry 'bout, worry 'bout that, this-this ain't that
  Worry 'bout that, where yo, where yo check at? (
  Bought a 'Vette
  )
  Worry 'bout that (
  Bought a 'Vette
  ), worry, worry 'bout that (
  Straight up
  )
  You worried 'bout this (
  Straight up, straight up
  ), and this ain't that
  [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
  Yeah, yeah, dropped my first mixtape and bought a 'Vette
  Bought a '85 Cutlass off of crack
  Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched
  I'm Slaughter Gang, don't get stabbed in your back
  Ridin' with a 'K, Draco, call it lowercase
  Baby mama got a Kel-Tec, she don't tote mace
  "Savage, how you get your stain up?" Nigga, eatin plates
  "Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" 'Cause I used to take that
  Balenciagas make yo bitch wanna choose up
  I'm in Hollywood hills with a shooter
  I smoke dead people, I don't smoke hookah
  4L-Gang, I'm a dog, don't get chewed up
  Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape, nigga
  I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga
  Play with me, get "long live" in front of your name, nigga
  Up eight figures, so I stopped wearin' chains, nigga [Chorus: Lil Keed]
  (Keed talk to 'em)
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', southboy too
  Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot
  Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe
  Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news
  Smokin' Runtz in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
  Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose
  And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
  Worry 'bout that, this-this ain't that
  Worry 'bout that, where yo check at?
  Worry 'bout that, worry 'bout that
  You worried 'bout this, and this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em)
  [Verse 3: Lil Keed]
  Choppa will blast that
  I got all this fuckin' paper on me, I don't need Cash App
  Wearin' all that out of date drip, you need to trash that
  Yeah, you hear them pipes on that fuckin' Hellcat, young nigga shit
  Ridin' 'round with a fuckin' gat', you ain't killin' shit
  You don't even need a fuckin' strap, he ain't real as me
  He ain't never gave the love back, put the hood on my back
  Put the hood on the map, comin' for the biggest bag
  [Chorus: Lil Keed]
  (Keed, talk to 'em)
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes
  Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', southboy too
  Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot
  Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe
  Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news
  Smokin' Runtz in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
  Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose
  And my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
  Worry 'bout that, this-this ain't that
  Worry 'bout that, where yo check at?
  Worry 'bout that, worry 'bout that
  You worried 'bout this, and this ain't that