Lyrics
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All the I did to buy a Rari
Apologies, I'm very sorry
Just to have a horse on a car key
You praise me, I used to be robbing
Uh uh
I'll be Dennis Rodman
Ain't nobody perfect
We was jugging, we was mobbing
Jumping off the porch
Every day with the goblins
Oh, what's the problem?
All for the squadron
Back to the business, my (yeah)
These days I only take pictures for Vogue (hey)
I slid out the trenches, my (yeah)
I'm speaking from a position of growth
I hope that my brothers forgive me (no)
I couldn't stop to repair what we broke
I pray that my mama get healthy (yeah)
I hope my glow up is giving her hope
I'll be Dennis Rodman
Ain't nobody perfect
We was jugging, we was mobbing
Jumping off the porch
Every day with the goblins
Oh, what's the problem?
All for the squadron
Selling propane
In the dope game, I hope it don't kill ya
Selling propane
In the dope game, I hope it don't kill ya
I used to think that Marc Jacobs was the limit that a could've
Bought (ah)
Used to be a time when all my
Heroes was the villains, I'm a little more
Mature (ah)
I still got regrets about them hammers I was stashing, mama found
Behind the door (ah)
Now I'm pulling up Ferraris and McLarens, this is normal
I'll be Dennis Rodman
Ain't nobody perfect
We was jugging, we was mobbing
Jumping off the porch
Every day with the goblins
Oh, what's the problem?
All for the squadron
Selling propane
In the dope game, I hope it don't kill ya
Selling propane
In the dope game, I hope it don't kill ya
She thinks I'm a real genius, I guess
She know I'm just good at guessing
She thinks I'm a pretty boy, I guess
I lucked up, I got good at dressing
She thinks I'm a sex symbol, I guess
I use my dick as a weapon
She thinks I'm a low life, I guess
Just get to know me, it's a blessing (yeah)
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