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I wanna make it to Met Gala Lately I Been Workin Hard she Impress bout it I done made money went broke, I was stress bout it Workin like I gotta twin but got one body Cost me a dub at the valet for Ferrari She rock that purple mink coat I want more body I wanna float off that dope, off that Biscotti Watching them views out the country feel Exotic When I pulled up on em bitch you know I brought that bag in I can't complain about shit cause them racks in forty racks from fashion nova that's backend Slip out the dick, hit the clit, put it back in Haha Put it back in, Tell em that we did it one time if they asking She ridin my dick that's the vibe that she jackin' I pull up with thirty on point never lacking My niggas gorillas they like some assassins I never been average, I'm twenty one savage Your girl is my baby, she calling me daddy She just got her ass did now she got a fatty I'm at the penthouse and she asking for Addies I hopped in a lambo I'm done with Mercedes But I can't forget that I come from the pavement Some niggas switched up that I thought was related You fly out yo lady, I fly out my latest I'm switching my views and it's real fascinating I step in the jeweler they know what my name is Lil shawty don't know me but know that I'm famous I kept it so Smooth and so cool how I played it I'm starting to feel like a nigga done made it I know some niggas in the city that hate it But that ain't gon stop me from being the greatest I wanna make it to Met Gala Lately I Been Workin Hard she Impress bout it I done made money went broke, I was stress bout it Workin like I gotta twin but got one body Cost me a dub at the valet for Ferrari She rock that purple mink coat I want more body I wanna float off that dope, off that Biscotti Watching them views out the country feel Exotic When I pulled up on em bitch you know I brought that bag in I can't complain about shit cause them racks in forty racks from fashion nova that's backend Slip out the dick, hit the clit, put it back in Haha Put it back in, Tell em that we did it one time if they asking She ridin' my dick that's the vibe that she jackin' I pull up with thirty on point never lacking Feelin' like the man of the year Ma Man of the year Ma ma ma Man of the year Feeling like the man of the year Ma ma ma man of the year Ma ma ma man of the year Feeling like the man of the year Ma ma ma man of the year Ma man of the year Feeling like the man of the year Ma ma ma man of the year Man of the
Writer(s): Giovanni Rowe, Sebastian Gasca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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