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Yeah, yeah I bet I Bet I look good in a sundress Got em' all pressed like what's next Casual brunch then butt sex Oh shit, nah fuck that Diggin' down deep in the deets double dutch that Double those D's like gees gotta clutch that Q's and the P's and the bees in the birds nest Packing my peace with the tree and a Cubs hat Shit huh, bitch want a guy like me 6 foot 3, dad bod high key Still on a yacht Maldives out east Stepping on the beach doo doo, my B Mad at yourself don't pick on me Cause ya numbers gone down and ya peaked last week Boy ya better get a job, Uber Eats the beef A lean mean machine you can't compete with me Boy I been around the business Smells like fish without the chips Talked to labels, A and R's, they all be promising the kid That I'm him they say you got next up we love you 'Perminence' They don't know a single fucking song tho Why they on my dick Bet I look good in a ball gown Book the whole place get it shutdown Straight from the bus to a buss down Send a late text no stress no butt dials I got flames hit the bank like 'kachow' Spit a 'lil game she in love now Got a 'lil brain hmm what now Got a 'lil brain she a Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up With these lil kids tryn' be what I once was I don't do trends, no friends, just us now 365 x 5 no touchdown Gotta come clean I love it in SoCal Stumble on scene, on set like sup' y'all I got 99 notifications on my phone, it's sick Post it, caption, tap it, comment section, 'Perty hot as shit' On my sister, uncle, brother, cousin trust we gon' be rich Diamonds dancing do the Macarena, moonwalk do the splits Research fore' you hit me Don't me hit too pretty Expensive no kidding No Sarah, McKenzie No re-up got plenty My new bitch need Fenti New Gucci, obsession Got sushi, get sexy Bet I look good in stilettos Here take this get mellow Young rich toxic fellow See a 'lil snack pack bitch say hello Run through fields he run through the meadow Tryin' pay bills, get real, get settled He a big deal, real stones on the bezel Boy they get chills, he silk, he special Boy it's 4th down can't pass can't rush though Everybody rap, shit cut throat Doing my thing keep it hush low Doing my thing keep it uh oh See you on the way, oh damn got lost bro See you at the top, got dropped from a condo New magazine nude bod for a costume New money tree mom shop at Costco Brodie lets link mmm mmm, shut the fuck up Fore' I chow down like a Danimal crush cup Gotta come clean I don't know what the fuck up With these lil kids tryn' be what I once was I don't do trends, no friends, just us now 365 x 5 no touchdown I was 18 with a dream out of Scottsdale I was 19 when I popped could have stopped there Boy I been around the business Smells like fish without the chips Talked to labels, A and R's, they all be promising the kid That I'm him they say you got next up we love you 'Perminence' They don't know a single fucking song tho Why they on my dick
Writer(s): Collin Stedman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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