Lyrics

Oh God I'm the one I'ma flip it how I fell (flip it) And I did it by myself Oh God I'm the one Oh God I'm the one All star, I'm pimpin' it Long cup, put a lip on it Came through, y'all bitch didn't Hope I didn't put my dick in it Four songs till the album's ready Got me looking like the fifth in it Pull me over at customs Probably found my damn filth in it Turned down a deal for the hell of it That's a periodic label You know the kid's in his element That's a periodic table Mama saw me on cable Drippin' syrup, that's maple 30 must be unstable (But your bitch is unfaithful) I just drew the new Rubrik Call the shots like I'm Kubrick 30 done made a movement Make way for the new kid If you ain't winning, you losin' In the whip and I'm cruisin' If you're the one, then prove it Oh God I'm the one (yeah) I'ma flip it how I fell (flip it) And I did it by myself (I did it all by myself) Oh God I'm the one (it's me) Oh God I'm the one Twistin' up parsley Getting sick of this tension I'ma have sex with iCarly Call the kid Freddie Benson Blue checks in my meshes Little ones on my bank account But I don't really even pay attention Ass on her, impressive I just played like three cities I just signed like three titties First one I got both of them And the second one came leaving with me She just wanna put her feet up Take a flight to Ibiza You can use me for the clout But you ain't using my Visa My money stay my money I've been scrolling through Spotify stats Y'all scrolling through iFunny Homie, look at the difference I just dwindle my wishlist And my flops are red and green I pull up looking like Christmas Oh God I'm the one I'ma flip it how I fell (yeah, flip it) And I did it by myself (did it all) Oh God I'm the one (Why's he doing them like this?) Oh God I'm the one 30 You're telling me to say it with a chip on my shoulder Now 'cause I got it To assert myself I'm the one
Writer(s): Garret Elias Ostheimer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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