Текст песни Midas Touch - YKK
I
paint
her
face
Like
splatoon
On
the
moon
Counting
hundreds
too
White
and
black
lambo
Obstagoon
Ain't
no
Fronting
dude
Steady
slipping
wrist
is
iced
out
Castiform
no
ruby
These
bitches
tripping
Like
a
horror
movie
All
them
tracks
ain't
hot
But
still
I'm
rising
to
infinity
If
you
ain't
bout
that
money
Get
the
fuck
out
my
vicinity
Counting
up
a
fuckin
check
Diamonds
came
from
Tiffany
All
3 Regis
on
my
neck
Ain't
no
holy
trinity
Fuck
that
I
be
going
hard
till
the
day
I
die
I
got
real
diamonds
on
my
glasses
Like
I'm
Sabelye
Wrists
be
hella
chilly
I
ain't
talking
bout
skyline
That
was
fuckin
corny
But
I
killed
this
shit
no
cyanide
Real
diamond
earrings
shit
so
heavy
That
my
ear
fell
off
Music
blowing
up
and
hot
Like
a
fuckin
Molotov
I
be
fuckin
great
I
ain't
talking
bout
no
Kellogg's
Every
body
judging
but
I
tell
em
Back
the
hell
off
Counting
up
my
cash
doesn't
get
old
Call
it
Timmy
Turner
Skeet
on
your
bitches
forehead
Than
I
leave
the
server
Bitch
I
be
coming
up
fast
Like
I
had
an
afterburner
Stack
up
my
lettuce
that's
cash
Like
I
was
a
fuckin
burger
Tell
em
all
cut
the
bullshit
Like
a
matador
I've
only
got
time
for
one
night
Then
I'm
out
the
door
Soon
I'm
gon
be
touring
round
the
world
Like
an
ambassador
Car
ain't
got
no
roof
Only
room
for
one
passenger
Bitch
Uh,
hey
I
can't
fuck
with
y'all
I'm
killing
all
these
rappers
They
the
ozone
I'm
the
aerosol
Fuck
Mexican
standoff
I'm
still
winning
in
a
free
for
all
My
beats
sound
fuckin
clean
Like
I'm
spitting
on
some
Lysol
Ever
since
the
first
tape
Bitch
I
feel
I
got
the
Midas
touch
I
got
all
designer
And
my
jewelry
got
the
finest
nugs
Open
up,
loaded
up
Swear
I
got
that
flame
She
spell
coconut,
double
cup
Brain
like
mainframe
hey
Back
on
my
bullshit
I'm
bringing
the
flavor
My
wrists
like
a
50
My
neck
be
a
glacier
No
Russian
roulette
6 bullets
in
the
chamber
I'm
spitting
gold
iPhone
You
spitting
a
pager
Ima
keep
going
Till
I
got
a
bag
Ima
make
it
big
Now
I'm
asking
where
the
laughter
at
Ima
make
a
milli
then
another
milli
After
that
XXL
where
you
at
That's
the
master
plan
I
was
broke
a
couple
weeks
ago
And
now
I'm
getting
paid
I've
been
grinding
hella
hard
Since
we
made
Fuck
Wayde
Bitch
I'm
fuckin
the
game
from
the
rear
Like
Mia
Khalifa
You
bitches
ain't
shit
Death
Star
and
I'm
an
Ewok
Uh,
hey
I
can't
fuck
with
y'all
I'm
killing
all
these
rappers
They
the
ozone
I'm
the
aerosol
Fuck
Mexican
standoff
I'm
still
winning
in
a
free
for
all
My
beats
sound
fuckin
clean
Like
I'm
spitting
on
some
Lysol
Ever
since
the
first
tape
Bitch
I
feel
I
got
the
Midas
touch
I
got
all
designer
And
my
jewelry
got
the
finest
nugs
Open
up,
loaded
up
Swear
I
got
that
flame
She
spell
coconut,
double
cup
Brain
like
mainframe
hey
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