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on the block, I was servin' for dollar
I caught a wave in some Maison Margiela
Audemar, water, Beretta, vendetta
Stella McCartney, you came with the bezel
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
McCartney
Birthmarks on my face, like Carti
Smokepurpp, bitch, I don't say sorry
Use Google Chrome bitch, not Safari
I pull up faster than lightning, Rari
apartament właściwie to zamek
A w sumie to jest Dan Bilzerian
Nie szukaj niczego na stałe
Jesse Pinkman meta u mnie na chacie już bełkocze jak Jordan Belfort
with all your games
I'm not a toy, so why you tryin' to play with me?
Had me believe that you was out with your friend
Until she called, askin' me
Fuck the machine we gon raging bull
Made it yourself but you still a fool
I do not a carry a killing tool
Maybe he's just not that into you
You ain't
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
Dropping bangers by the band aye, yuh
Creatine by the gram
You know that I got to stand
For the things that are right
No none of this is a plight
I got
I watched the planes come in
on the early morning flights
But I could not stand to see them land without you
Now I'm thumbing through my fortyfives
the most
She take off her clothes
Like I'm Paul McCartney yeah you know that's murder that she wrote
And she home alone, I'm Macaulay Culkin I'm about
love still makes the world go-round not money
However, many people find this notion funny
Don’t you know, love still makes the world go-round not money
make this our last day at home by the Fence
Would you run? Would you run?
Would you run, down past the Fence?
Would you run? Would you run?
Would
make this our last day at home by the Fence
Would you run? Would you run?
Would you run, down past the Fence?
Would you run? Would you run?
Would
on the top floor like I'm Jesse
I want you, I don't want your bestie
Bitch, don't sit on me, I am not Santa
Took his crush, I feel like Fanta
Shaking my
the houses aren't all the same
Jesse, I wish you would take mewhere the grass is greener
I couldn't really say where it may be
Oh, some place high
just stop denyin' it
Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
The ultimate by sayin' she wanted to have my kids
Look man, you grown,
Head de burn
Eh na yes na true na
Life na turn by turn
You gats workhard
If not e no go
Reach your turn
Yes na oh boy
You no like ball?
Yes na oboy
Black Beatles in the city, be back immediately
To confiscate the moneys (EarDrummers)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL
I sent flowers, but you said you
my bitch, Jesse Mayer
The Compton thug
Gettin' love by many
But I'm hated by masses
So fuck they asses
Niggas say they men
And they large, but
blow up, the confetti
I'm feeling on belly
She get hot and ready
Lil Caesars I got 5 I'm not healthy
I eat it up right na I feel ready
Cuz that nigga
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Paul McCartney, it pains me
broccoli
From the lunch lady and I think she flirting with me
Need my money A$AP but I'm not AWGE
I just brush you off like my teeth ain't no issue that I
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
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