Текст песни robert patekson - bbno$

Ayy man, the-, the fuck you ain't hearing no fucking
Fuck am I doing? Getting this money

Goddamn, praise the lord (Woah)
Bought land, conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson

I'm getting bread, you crumbly
I got baguette, she getting so fugly
I'm getting cash, so kiss on my ass
And suck on my balls from front to the back, bitch
Mm-mm-mm, she loving it
Penis is hard, my condom in love with me
Two thousand messages, all of them girls
Hand on the testament, buy her new pearls

No way, get my bag up, sell my kidney
Yes I'm pampered, I ain't pissy
Watch my meat spin, make her dizzy
Need no reason, I ain't picky
I bought a house in Greece
I don't know why, might have to lease it out
Gucci you know, it don't crease (huh)
Why did the beat cut out?

Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain't no way we up

Goddamn, praise the lord (woah)
Bought land, conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson

I'm getting bag to Baghdad
I still recline, I'm in a Maybach
Still getting cash, I'm getting jared
I rented a PJ, throwing some racks, I'm up in the sky
I cannot drive, my shit is too high
I'm wiping my ass, it's 25 ply

Up in the France sinning, I'ma go blind (on god)
And my car park only fit two but I bought three so I need more space
And everything you say I've said before
You paraphrasing lil' bitch (uh, uh)

Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain't no way we up

Goddamn, praise the lord (woah)
Bought land, conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson

Goddamn, praise the lord (woah)
Bought land, conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson