Lyrics:
Didn't ask for toys like all the other boys, but the one thing on my list is
To spend my Christmas with Madonna
You know the one, and no one else will do
Someone must have sent me to heaven
Blue madonna down by the pool
Just want to make her feel like a virgin
A version of herself that she once knew
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated
It was a lonely, long, and grimey night
I go to see my girl, my Madonna
I've been so lonely, I've been thinkin' 'bout you
It never fails, no
with Madonna inside my DM
New condo, it's for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement
I started cakin', then cocked in the colosseum
For my City YNG Travs
Official lyrics written by Jesse Travaglione
This ones for my city throw them 4s up
Way Before the fame they act like they
This exotic ganja guap over these hoes
Yeah I live by that mantra
Soon to have my momma out
In Mexico in Gabbana ksubi coat the fit
And the shades gon'
I just wanna cherish you, like Madonna
Give you everything and do nothing wrong
Don't set a price on this love that we got
I'm just a poor boy
lose your mind watchin TV
They told me, they scold me, but I still tune into every show (oh)
My cable gets CSPAN, TVLand, and HBO
The travel channel
(She wanna ball)
Kevin this is nice
I said one thing she won't do is drama
She be chasing down O's and commas
Shawty bad, she a whole Madonna
She
royally screwed,
"I'm ready for my close up, where's the mark, where's my line, where's my lunch, I, oh I love the sound of that voice"
Nobody talks like
(oh my God)
Sei un fattone senza nessun fattore
Non sei Post Malone, ti vedo male tipo post malore
In strada faccio swing, yo, bevo un litro di Nikka
Go high! Oh high! So high we fly
And nothing can bring us down
By no means, they'll bring us down
Young man a, me firi Ghana
My pocket be empty. No
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
you secretly
Till we run right out and die
Oh, my
Madonna, carry my load
The alms of your oracle are the lights upon my road
I will gather all
(Zaytoven)
Mexicano, I'm workin' like I'm Mexicano
New persona, I'm movin' on from Ferragamo
Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna
PRAISE THE LORD, THEN PRAISE OURSELVES
COS SURELY WHAT WE ALL WANT IS TO BE GOD AS
WELL
Bri: I FEEL SO SPECIAL, LOOKING UP ABOVE
MY OWN MADONNA, COME
Come on girl
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Well don't waste time
Give me the sign
Tell me how you wanna roll
I
energy
You know that like ohh yaya
You know say I wanna be by your side
Oh ya yaya
Girl You looking hella fly hella styly
Girl you know I’m fucking with
Let it fucking go
We gon ride it low
Going down the slide, wee
Dub it, dub it, dub it, dub it, dub it like Madonna
Flood it, flood it, flood, my
I gotta get my niggas and my sisters out the gutter (oh yeah)
I'm caught up on a mission, pay my Mrs. like Madonna (oh yeah)
This life go fast, any
Well she's every dream girl from Monroe to Madonna
You'll swear she walks on water, she's so fine
Oh and if you ever kissed her
Well I tell you my
sembra un camper
Giro Galciana quattro di notte (by night)
Da P. Porta al Serraglio alla Madonna della tosse
Becco Seba che c'ha tutte le risposte
Poi da
Beta simulacrum that's updated hourly
My only hope's by midnight that I've fallen fast asleep
Or roam the lonely street at night amid a neon dream
Wake
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