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Patrick Wallace
Patrick Wallace
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On a flight to Milan Hop in a Benz and I'm gone Try and break my bond I don't fuck with you like Big Sean On a flight to Milan Imma go hard Sean Don Eat my dick Long John Hop in a Benz and I'm gone Try and break my bond I don't fuck with you like Big Sean Get a buck like 'Bron Fuck with my team and it's on I run up bands woo woo Balmain my pants woo woo I run up bands woo woo Bitches by the two woo woo I run up bands woo woo Foreign my coupe I run up bands woo woo Gucci my suit All these sleepless nights in LA got me going crazy All this money that I'm making I'm not gone let it change me But I did my lover wrong said I'm sorry baby And I shoutout to the lord he's the one who saved me And the way you move, think imma need it right now And the things you do in the club with the lights out Got nothing to lose, on a PJ on a flight now Dior my shoes, gelato got me high as a kite now I don't look back in the past, I'm just running bags up I don't gotta shop at Saks to prove that I'm the man yeah Murdered out Benz all black got me moving fast yeah All I speak is facts and she acting extra On a flight to Milan Imma go hard Sean Don Eat my dick Long John Hop in a Benz and I'm gone Try and break my bond I don't fuck with you like Big Sean Get a buck like 'Bron Fuck with my team and it's on I run up bands woo woo Balmain my pants woo woo I run up bands woo woo Bitches by the two woo woo I run up bands woo woo Foreign my coupe I run up bands woo woo Gucci my suit
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