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Verse 1: 1629friday
Uh, pedal to the floor
In the porche, ain’t no stoppin’ us
And your bitch is on all fours, model whore
And she toppin’ us
I just bought a lot of shit and got a lot of hits
But bag full of bricks, all her bag is full of shit
We got all the bitches and you only got one bitch
There is no reason to compare
Yeah
I can feel the love, I feel the love
I feel the love, I feel the love
I feel the love, I feel the love
I feel the love, I feel the love
Verse 2: Drop Magnolia
Yeah bitch, I be countin’ cheese (Yeah)
That ho choking me out, she won’t let me breathе
Yeah, Imma kick yo bitch in the nuts while listеning to ifleeze
Well my dog cold, make you freeze
Yeah, my music turning three
(Yeah) The way you looking kinda green, I ain’t tryna act so mean
I think that I’m boutta die, bitch I’m quite the lovely guy
Feelin’ like you’re ‘sposed be mine, your voice so tuned, it got me cryin’
This is what you’re doin’ to me? You know I’m right where I wanna be (Yeah)
This song’s so bright, it gives me tears
Thinkin’ I have a son, that’s the real fear
Don’t play ‘bout me, I’m the real deal
Never understood the ice cream appeal
Bitches in the studio, and I scream
I’m ‘bout to make them all cream
I’m boutta make everyone love me
If only she didn’t fucking eat meat
Yea- with an exclamation, what if he was black or asian (Eah-ah-ahh)
If only she didn’t fucking eat meat, boy, I’m boutta give you a treat
My boy’s gut, it’s lean, yeah, my machine green, oh yeah
Yeah, and my bitches bad, yeah, yeah, and they got dads, aha
Verse 3: 1629friday
Uh, yeah, okay, I just wanna be in my range
Jumpin’ off drugs, and be in my maze
I’m just tryna get fucked every day
And I been tryna get geeked up every day
But I ain’t need to get high three times a day
Stashin’ shit in my brain
Got some new shoes and I’m tryna get laid
I’m on some big boy shit, uh
I was tryna get geeked and leave you in the rain
Got stripes on the whip, I’m talkin’ bout pain
I’ll up the brightness, turn up the green
Take you where I’m at, to lunch
She just wanna suck some cause I got fame
And I think I take you out to brunch
I ain’t see you in six months, yeah
I know I got so much funds
Before the world ends, meet me at the sun
I been strugglin’ but havin’ fun
Dressed out bitch, but I’m goin’ dumb
In the skies, all I’m in the whip, baby I’m that guy
Yeah, I’m just posted outside, I’ll see you in the next life
Now my head hurt like Kurt Kobain, but I can head high
Outro: 1629friday & Drop Magnolia
No, no, no (Nah, nah, nah)
I can feel it no, nuh nu oh oh oh
I can feel it, feel oh
Eah-eh (Yeah bitch), no, nah nah
I can feel it, I- I can ehh
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