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Paroles de Rose Gold Patek!

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Paroles de la chanson Rose Gold Patek! par Autumn! lyrics officiel

Rose Gold Patek! est une chanson en Anglais

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For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kinda weight
I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kinda tapes
Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly, I know she outta space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape

Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace
If you ain't talkin' no money, okay then, bro, get the fuck out my face
Just wired a hunnid K to a brand new bank and, no, it was a Chase
I'ma drown out all these pussy ass niggas, stop playin', know that your life erased
Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that's my type of Wraith
I need a hunnid motherfuckin' mill' in any type of way
My bitch thick as fuck, she ain't missin' no meals, she got a nice lil' shape
Just took her to the penthouse, she like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place"

For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kinda weight
I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen but they known for swappin' plates
Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place
Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kinda tapes
Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case
I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape
This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state
This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly, I know she outta space
My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace
I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things
She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (ha)
Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape
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Auteur: Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.
Copyright: SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC

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