PAROLES
[Intro]
Ayy, man, the-, the fuck you mean you ain’t heard no fuckin’-
Fuck am I doing? Gettin’ money
[Chorus]
Goddamn, praise the lord (Woo)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can’t afford
Big biz, I’m doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won’t die, I’m Robert Patekson
[Verse 1]
I’m getting bread, you crumbly
I got baguette, she getting so fugly
I’m getting cash, go kiss on my ass
And suck on my balls, from front to the back, bitch
Mm-mm, she lovin’ it, penis is hard, my condom in love with me
Two thousand messages, all of them girls
[?] testing me, buy me new pearls
No way, get my bag up, sell my kidney
Yes, I’m pampered, I ain’t pissy
Watch my meat spin, makе her dizzy
Need no reason, I ain’t picky
I bought a house in Greecе
I don’t know why, might have to lease it out
Good she know I don’t crease (Huh)
Why did the beat cut out?
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain’t no way we up
[Chorus]
Goddamn, praise the lord (Woo)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can’t afford
Big biz, I’m doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won’t die, I’m Robert Patekson
[Verse 2]
I’m getting bag to Baghdad
I still recline, I’m in a Maybach
Still getting cash, I’m getting [?]
I rented a PJ, throwing some racks, I’m up in the sky
I cannot drive, my shit is too high
I’m wiping my ass, It’s twenty-five ply
Up in the [?] I’m going blind (On god)
And my car park only fit two, but I bought three, so I need more space
And everything you say I said before
You paraphrasing, lil’ bitch (Uh, uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain’t no way we up
[Chorus]
Goddamn, praise the lord (Woo)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can’t afford
Big biz, I’m doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won’t die, I’m Robert Patekson
Goddamn, praise the lord (Woo)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can’t afford
Big biz, I’m doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won’t die, I’m Robert Patekson
