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Ok! I'm fly as if my stylist is a muthafucking pilot All this money, I'ma pile it till God tell me what his price is Cost of living, I'ma buy it fresh to death but I ain't die yet Drip like water is my diet, I'm the king of fucking pirates One piece on my side hip case a nigga wanna try it Pull up where you hiding, where's the treasure? I'ma find it Aggression is my bias in the rough I'll find a diamond I grew up on fucking violence, you don't like it suck my private Times is hard I'll do whatever for a watch Better give it up or you get clocked Sandman coming for you in the dark Sleep on me and wake up in a coffin Bitches call me often Once I hit I'm off them Pick and choose like auctions I got, I got options My stylist is a pilot Money, I'ma pile it till God tell me what his price is I remain the flyest, fresh to death but I ain't die yet Drip like water is my diet, I'm the king of fucking pirates They say I'm wavy And when they look behind my patch they see eye crazy I will stay free as I roam across the eight seas I'm the first to break the chains, my blood from Haiti They hate me Bitch that's how you made me, burn in hell I'm cool with Hades Pussy come and face me, dawg I'm crazy I got rabies You try to erase me, you'll get cracked just like the '80s Fuck the world like my dick eight feet you don't like it swallow babies It's how society has raised me So, don't you look down on your baby My grandmas prays and hopes to save me But, I'm still lost out on the eight seas My stylist is a pilot Money, I'ma pile it till God tell me what his price is I remain the flyest, fresh to death but I ain't die yet Drip like water is my diet, I'm the king of fucking pirates
Writer(s): Mario Malja, Serafin Frroku, Jimmy Salami Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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