WILLY WONKA
Pertinence
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This life here, i'm a vibe pioneer Flight to Budapest, private jet lear Message at the tone gettin dome hard to steer Fucking in the mirror she be wearing mickey ears I'm a double entendre, King Kong conquerer Slide on the beat like Jesus on water Since i was a nino, swear my life bonkers Top hat swag, velvet jacket, Willy Wonka Boy he hot But I haven't sweat in centuries D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy Boy he hot Big bag don't be mad at me Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity Boy he hot I don't think yall understanding me Three car garage, four cars, a calamity No caveats, at the restaurant casually New kids bop, new rich identity Put it on the pinky ring Lady's say, "got damn" Pause on the gemstones Jim Jones, robbed em' Rolled and I slipped blows Rose outta Gotham Hos and the nymphos Oh man I got them Boogy to the beat Lil buddy lend a ear Liquor before beer Baby bubba then you're clear You could have it all A Givenchy chandelier Live a 100 years, If you never live in fear Boy he hot But I haven't sweat in centuries D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy Boy he hot Big bag don't be mad at me Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity Boy he hot I don't think yall understanding me Three car garage, four cars, a calamity No caveats, at the restaurant casually New kids bop, new rich identity Doug Dimmadome Went an bought an El Camino Used to know a chump got wrapped by the prenup Know a couple chaps got wrapped by a female Me i can't do that get back no subpoenas Got a bubba on my wrist it look sick when i'm at the keynote No Adidas on my feet no no never no NMD ho No opinions nah uh We know we on the way to the final I do keto get aminos, i'm built like a superhero Dom Pérignon please, i'm dining at Francine A couple of more drinks they taking my cars keys Like jesus I don't need respect just believers Long as in the end they spend 10 on a t-shirt One lil bitch i'm doing it full time Two needa rinse im covered in court fines Three with the clique a fit and some pork rinds Four in the mix we gettin lit oh god Boy he hot But I haven't sweat in centuries D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy Boy he hot Big bag don't be mad at me Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity Boy he hot I don't think yall understanding me Three car garage, four cars, a calamity No caveats, at the restaurant casually New kids bop, new rich identity
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