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• Artiste: ian (USA)
• Titre: Omakase
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(Haha, what the f—) Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Haha, what the f—) Huh, huh, huh, huh (Haha, what the f—) (Haha, what the f—) Huh, huh, huh, huh I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate) 'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (No, no) I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait) You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut (What the fuck?) I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck) Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing) So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (Ah, ah) I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn, huh I'm Savage, the Macho Man, just watch your head before I jump off them ropes As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin' T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank, I don't even know where it's from This ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day Three-point-five in this wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg My body wide, so I can't fit this Number Nine tee, goddamn (Nope, nope) I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate) 'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (No, no) I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait) You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut (What the fuck?) I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck) Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing) So many dead faces, look like a mass murder, huh (Ah, ah) I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn, huh So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire I didn't ask for your two cents, keep that shit inside your pocket Left watch presidential, look like I'm gon' run for office I bought it, I didn't rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive) This a tussle, me against the Fronto (Against the—) Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (Hit him with the—) Just built this range, I still legged it, all the options I take her brain, then I take her, omakase (On my own)