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swaggin, no stylist, I'm drippin so flawless
These diamonds they shinin, these bitches all on me
They sing all my lyrics, she wanna git on me
Her body

on my dome
Don't give a fuck if you home alone
Congratulations, Post Malone
Medicated, rollin' smoke
I got Bitches hittin' my phone
Swear they never leave

bitch, she call me "Papa"
(She call me "Papa") aye, yuh, hey
Post Malone wit' that choppa'
(Woah Woah, woah)
Yeah, your bitch, she call me, what? Damn'

back if u the one that’s always frontin nigga
Havin 3somes wit a hoe while I’m in college
Had to jump into some pussy cuz she big just like a Stallion
I

Started in the dirt, now I'm sitting on a throne (Throne)
Bitch I'm a Rockstar, ain't talking Post Malone (Malone)
Bitch you is unknown (unknown), wanna be

hoe
Ice in my veins like I’m D Lo
I swear that yo vision gon stay with me
You faced all endeavors so gracefully
Whole team eating say yo grace wit me
I

through baby
You make my dreams come true (Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah)

[Teo & Post Malone:]
Imma' never be alone
Imma' never be alone
When you're walkin' down

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

wit' they face down
The bass loud, music bumpin', got the bass wild
Yo' shit ain't authentic, get yo' own style
Ain't you heard that ROCKSTAR on now?

set up traps just like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
Slidin' with a chopper, I'm a rockstar, feel like Post Malone (Post Malone)
Lil' bitch put

my boy jaded willow
If you tryna beef, then it's good we go toe to toe
AP goin' psycho bitch I'm feelin' just like Post Malone
Drop top fuckin' coupe,

have you jumpin
Let's get it
Let's get it
I know you feel it
These lyrics and rhymes you know imma kill it
I rap so fast
And I rap so smooth
I also rap

on the throne, don't end up on a highlight
Poster 'cause you grown, who you 'posed to be? Malone?
I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones
You'd dick ride

hard and it is on
Just wait till I’m known
You getting crunk at my shows
Or at your house all alone
Ill be the next Texas white boy since post Malone

1/2 & 1/2

Gang Starr

Blade [Original Soundtrack]

1998

sensitive about that there
So you better watch what you say to me, hear?
PLAY WIT EM fierce, know where to run
So I post and defend, forgive me Father I

Watching the trees with a vibrant tone
I'm running in circles like Post Malone
I'm feeling like Whitney when I sing along but I
Breathe
I think the secret is

mike
Guess that mean that ima God 
I ride around and keep my rod
Hand wit myself cause yall some frauds
Invest in me like what you charge 
I care so much

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

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

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

DIGO EN EL IDIOMA AMERICANO “WHEN YOU POST, MALONE? NO ENTENDES EL TEXT DEL MES QUE TENES QUE LEER MEN VEN EN EL CARRO Y TE ENSEÑO CON TRABAJO, AMAÑO Y

Gucci Cologne
Two cups and a spliff, she sippin Patron
Now she do that White Iverson like Post Malone
Call her phone like what you on
She said Rell, bae

downtown 
On my post malone wow wow how now brown cow
Drank dat i sip got kick it hit like pow wow
Every noggin i see boppin dats how my sound sound
Yerrrrr

like post Malone
Bunch of light skin niggas wit me look like pat mahomes

Double tap dat insta and I kno she go yeah !
Black hoe white hoe black hoe I