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Congratulations, Post Malone
Drop Tha Beat, hear me out time to lemme know
The crown is mine and yes you already know
Money man Fame yo that's what they call me
Run

Not one thought ever crossing my mind
I would entertain but I don't have time
Worried bout the money
Ian wasting a dime
Steady wasting my time

helped and glad we made it
I feel like Post Malone they always say congratulations
I swear that ima find the one I'm done with bad relations
But sometimes

down to squeeze, I doubt it
I keep a bad and boujee, booty on a hundred thousand (uh-huh)
Big headed, barely fit her weave around it (ay)
Norf

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traxamillion)
Yeah

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had a half a hundred million
Know

Greatest 
Man Fuck don’t lie
Yeah

(End of Chorus)

Sort of a commotion 
Coming up to Post It,Issues with 
The Post office,My Parcel,Bad news they 
Lost it

miself rot 
 now whole of the mcs take mi for a killa 
 dem know seh mi flow bad like the Godzilla 
 mi lyric and mi style sweet just like vanilla 
 mi

the most, keep my momma close
Yeah, you know I love her the most
I'm in the Post like Malone, Mailman, special delivery
I'm in the zone like 2-3, talking

time
Okay
Work with some of them
Producer and lyrics
I'm feeling big time
Got my own brand
Cop the brand
It's worth more than
That dime
Yea
I've got so

post Malone shit
Don’t care about no nigga who be talkin in my mention
Once I mention his name once that nigga quiet he start bitchin
Bitch I’m built for

roll around and I been in my Zone
She want triple figures and a triple story home
Pull up in a bentley so I feel like Post Malone
They say they don't

boss is a comedian, and you are the joke
I'm a walking cigarillo bitch
You are the smoke
Don't get too close
I'm Karl Malone in the post
Catch them

Cold Steppa (Official Lyrics)

Intro:
Cold Steppa
swag, swag
swag, swag, swag, swag
Tell that boy “Go ‘head and get it.”
Ha, Chi-Chi!
Autrinetta

Look, I'm going to ask you
This one more time
Please step out of the vehicle with
Both hands above your head
You are being charged with stealing
This

business
Got me on missions like agents but I doubt that you would be wit it
So I’m alone
That’s number one
Post like Malone
Under the sun
You number two
I’m

ICP without autistic fans, Brother Ali without his Qu'ran
RA The Rugged Man without the gift of time
Marky Mark without creatine, Post Malone without

to warm my soul
So I call Post Malone just to pour some more
Let me
Let me
Let me go some more
I can't relax, I don't coast no more
Got my confidence back,

taking shots and yo I feel just like I'm Post Malone
I wrote a couple songs I got a few about my pain
I might as well just shout a brotha out we call him

you finally making real art
Post Malone, please take a shower, lookin' like a Walmart
Little Pump, you got me stumped, I think yo music too deep
Kanye,

on my phone
And I left it on the tone

I'm with my family cause I got nowhere to go
I be F***in' all these Fhoes like a rockstar, Post Malone
Lost my

the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back

us wie 2 melone (ey)
i schrieb hits wie post malone (ey)
i trink wasser mit zirtone
log i wot millione
ride dure die szene as wäri uf droge (ey)
rede

Ayo
I bet 20 thousand on Mac Jones
Walking through the skrippy with sticky sneakers for cash thrown
Act grown or come home, find her getting her back

slept in a House Of 1000 Corpses
Put on a page could shatter a giants rib cage
Push you and then you want to listen to Rage
A vision with rage is like