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Lukasz Glazewski
Lukasz Glazewski
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I told 'em money on the wrist, rather blow it in the sky I don't wanna catch 'em watchin' like it's Netflix'n my life Got him bingin', tryna copy every step I fuckin' take Told him watch me flood the mansion with a backyard and a lake Steady renting shit you can't afford, it's gettin' boring I done paid my shit in full, don't need a fly, I got a foreign Foreign money, foreign clothes, foreign shawty, foreign 4's Pouring bitch, I keep on pourin' like it's something in the rain Broke her back, then broke the door in, like there's two things in my way Shit, I'm snorin', God, I'm soarin', hella commas in the bank Helicopter got me flyin' like them flies up on your chain Why you steady, lyin'? Tryin' to be somethin' that you ain't Bought the diamonds by the waves, caught the fishies by the beach Bout to be outta the city, gotta catch me on a plane Everybody actin' lame, woulda thought this be the wave Wouldn't catch me actin' bozo if the money never came Woulda still been just as real, only sittin' off them pills Now I catch him snoozin', dreamin' in the news about the bills R.I.P., I rip it off, can't die this free up in a cough Put that money in a bank, but never spend it, only save Watch me leave a couple pennies for the haters in my grave Haters in my grave
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