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on runtz)
We done been thru too much to not see it out
I ain't make this shit but goddamn man this Beat is loud

Loved you back then like Post Malone this

can't keep me, no
I wanna ball on my own
She got the bread, I got toast
My bank account like my wrist cause it's froze
Sing to a hoe, like I'm Post Malone

YSL my tee and my cologne
Need a bitch who focused on her money, talking B. Simone

Niggas out here dying too young I'm talking Post Malone
Baby say she

Post Malone and I'm like
Woah back the f*** up
I don't think I sound like Post Malone but
umm
Lay out all my options on the table
I'm reaching so far

they wanna post up
Like a Karl Malone, game over when I post up
Tried get this bread and I've been hotter than a toaster
Time to celebrate, so, me and my

Came up now I'm on
Made her sing like Post Malone
Roll up one more then I'm gone
Smoke so much feel like I'm stoned
Moving on this shit feel wrong

the streets done raised me like my dad
Motherfuck you officers
Post Malone, i'm saucin' son
And I got some shit that'll make em run
Call me Mad Max, murder 1

bitch come and get it
Imma bad boy ain’t play for the pistons, they say they robbed me know it’s fiction
Bodies start droppin niggas gone start to feel

and you don't even know
Somebody throws, and you don't even go
You don't even show, I don't even know
Faded from the blow, you dick ride Post Malone, oh,

to this
"Holy fucking shit Post Malone"
Then he started singin'
Out his butt
And I got to admit it was pretty cool
Then I went home
Yeah
And then I made

through my phone (Oh Shit)
Better watch yo attitude & better watch yo tone (dumb bih)
Nigga stop posting these niggas, you not a Malone (post Malone

a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip

The way these hoes be moving, it be so foul
No Post Malone, they hear my music, got 'em going "wow"
Oh
VR been the GOAT, yeah, I been the man
Bi-bi-bitch,

As they fall stripper booties get to movin'
We want it all
Winter to Fall we got autumn bullets
Don't make me pull it
Lay your ass down just to prove it

swear I can't trust nobody so I keep the Chrome
No Post Malone but I swear I'm posted on my lone
So baby come over and fuck me, girl let's get it on
She

to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone
Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone

Walk in they pay me da fee

Call me kid k but I’m really a southern 
Yaaa
Feel like Post Malone rockstar livin ain’t nothin

Stunting ain’t nothin to me

better now
You think you post Malone (post Malone)
I cry myself to sleep, you make me cry
Only the molly Percocet gon turn me round
I told Vanessa I’m gon

showed him my plans how to slit his throat
But things change, I mean what the jazz look like? Post Malone
And what rap look like now? Post Malone
My

part of the game
That doesn't mean I don't feel the pain
She said just call me on the phone
But I fall apart like Post Malone
Because she never answers

Imma flex post Malone
Run up a check I own 
Goin up like a drone
Nuke yo' town like ski
Get the check imma flee
Youngest flexer ain't a teen
Dj Khaled

to slit this throat
But things change, I mean
What the Jazz look like post Malone
And what rap look like now, Post Malone
My nigga said he got a job I

I'm Post Malone
Why you tryna be me, why you such a fking clone

Yah, bitch I'm up, I'm so up, I don't give a f**k
This not luck, this not luck, I kept

cologne?
Do I sound like post malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
So who the fly guy
Sipping Mai Tais
Laying on the beach in the heat
When its