Monogamy Town!!!
My arm seven and seven
Gotta turn it up, call it ten or eleven
Slay that pussy, yeah I send it to heaven
It's a numbers game, arithmetic progression
I give my exes depression
Flexing on you hoes with my style of expression
I make your whole year in a session
Bitches look alive, imma teach you a lesson
ML on the dock, then I pull up on your block
Made in Oz, Aussie when I drop
Never stop, always on the top
On the air making waves
Call it belly flop
I got city bitches yeah you know that they fine
But she fishing for attention when she drop me a line
I don't fuck with no one wasting my time
So if you're you're looking for a ladder find a new one to climb
Patipat is getting patipaid
Bills bills bills, i get money every day
If you don't fuck with false, get out my way
Bitch it's patipat, fuck what they say
Pop pop hear the bullets ricochet
I got firepower, I got ice in the tray
You get iced if you don't do what I say
Pull up on your block and then we take you away
My arm seven and seven
Gotta turn it up, call it ten or eleven
Slay that pussy, yeah I send it to heaven
It's a numbers game, arithmetic progression
I give my exes depression
Flexing on you hoes with my style of expression
I make your whole year in a session
Bitches look alive, imma teach you a lesson
Gotta turn it up, call it ten or eleven
Slay that pussy, yeah I send it to heaven
It's a numbers game, arithmetic progression
I give my exes depression
Flexing on you hoes with my style of expression
I make your whole year in a session
Bitches look alive, imma teach you a lesson
ML on the dock, then I pull up on your block
Made in Oz, Aussie when I drop
Never stop, always on the top
On the air making waves
Call it belly flop
I got city bitches yeah you know that they fine
But she fishing for attention when she drop me a line
I don't fuck with no one wasting my time
So if you're you're looking for a ladder find a new one to climb
Patipat is getting patipaid
Bills bills bills, i get money every day
If you don't fuck with false, get out my way
Bitch it's patipat, fuck what they say
Pop pop hear the bullets ricochet
I got firepower, I got ice in the tray
You get iced if you don't do what I say
Pull up on your block and then we take you away
My arm seven and seven
Gotta turn it up, call it ten or eleven
Slay that pussy, yeah I send it to heaven
It's a numbers game, arithmetic progression
I give my exes depression
Flexing on you hoes with my style of expression
I make your whole year in a session
Bitches look alive, imma teach you a lesson
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Writer(s): Quentin Williams
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