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Ayo… this ain’t just a hoodie, it’s a damn proclamation. A whole-ass testament to your undeniable thirst for power. You see that? That ain’t just a smile, that’s the grin of somebody who knows way too much and gives way too little of a fuck. This joint is loud, disrespectful, and commands immediate fear and admiration—just like you should.
Why you need this:
Premium heavyweight fleece so plush, it’ll have you rethinking your whole financial situation like “damn… maybe I am rich?”
Vibrant AF print so vivid, people gon’ think you got money laundering levels of good taste.
There is a gemstar in a mouth with teeth that are also made of gemstar, letting the world know you either a villain or a very lucrative friend—either way, they better act accordingly.
Custom all-over print—ain’t no weak-ass, crackly heat transfer shit here. This is permanent. Like that one mistake you made back in ‘08—but in a good way. Cause no child support.
Thick enough to make summer your enemy. But who cares? Heatstroke builds character.
Made from ethically sourced, hand-woven, 100% polyamorist kaleidoscope. I am literally just saying words i hear on daytime tv at this point.. Probably. Whos checking?
Wear this and watch people cross the street when they see you coming. You’ll feel like a supervillain in this joint. A luxury menace. The type of dude to sip wine out a gas station slushie cup while closing million-dollar deals. You dangerous. You necessary.
Put it in the cart, bro. Your wardrobe been waiting for this moment.
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