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Ayy man, the-, the fuck you ain't hearing no fucking Fuck am I doing? Getting this money Goddamn, praise the lord (Woah) Bought land, conquistador Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson I'm getting bread, you crumbly I got baguette, she getting so fugly I'm getting cash, so kiss on my ass And suck on my balls from front to the back, bitch Mm-mm-mm, she loving it Penis is hard, my condom in love with me Two thousand messages, all of them girls Hand on the testament, buy her new pearls No way, get my bag up, sell my kidney Yes I'm pampered, I ain't pissy Watch my meat spin, make her dizzy Need no reason, I ain't picky I bought a house in Greece I don't know why, might have to lease it out Gucci you know, it don't crease (huh) Why did the beat cut out? Hey, turn that shit back up Way, up her labia Pay, main stage India Say, ain't no way we up Goddamn, praise the lord (woah) Bought land, conquistador Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson I'm getting bag to Baghdad I still recline, I'm in a Maybach Still getting cash, I'm getting jared I rented a PJ, throwing some racks, I'm up in the sky I cannot drive, my shit is too high I'm wiping my ass, it's 25 ply Up in the France sinning, I'ma go blind (on god) And my car park only fit two but I bought three so I need more space And everything you say I've said before You paraphrasing lil' bitch (uh, uh) Hey, turn that shit back up Way, up her labia Pay, main stage India Say, ain't no way we up Goddamn, praise the lord (woah) Bought land, conquistador Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson Goddamn, praise the lord (woah) Bought land, conquistador Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson
Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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