Yeah nigga, money, money, hoes, cars, clothes we coming from the basedworld paradise space station, fucking a lot, a lot
I'm a fuck bitches till the day I die I be pulling ho', bruh that ain't no lie I'm a fuck bitches till the day I die I be pulling ho', bruh that ain't no lie
Bitch choose up that's suicide Funking with the mack bitch that ain't no lie I be pullin hoes like a Basedgod Surprised my bitch with flowers, now she won't stop I sent my bitches flowers and a kiss I fucked my bitches mouth for the clit Surprised my bitch with flowers I'm the shit A bouquet full of roses on my wrist Lil B got a bag full of tater-thots Eat my bitches up like tater-tots Cashing bitches out for the one time Cashing hoes out and I won't stop Penthouse still cashing hoes out Paying bitch rent fuck a ho mouth Cashing hoes out, bitch fuck a drought Fuck child support, I'm cashing hoes out
Why you niggas putting tags on yo beats I don't want to hear that shit, I'm tryna speak You niggas tryna promo off me? I fuck yo bitch tonight and that's for free I fuck your bitch, no royalties I fuck your bitch and ask her what's the fee Thirty grand bitch I'm flexin cheese Fifty stacks of [?] european I'm flexin Tony Parker when you see him Tony Parker flex with the Bm Fuck Kevin Durant, I'm talking billions I'm tryna ball out like the contract Flex tiny shorts, flexing hoes tonight (ok) Call me Chris Benoit cause I throw it (le' go) Woo Woo, le'go R. I. P Chris Benoit I still go in
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