Dearest Audrey
Moshi moshi, wassup broly, sorry it's a little bit soapy
Lowkey lowkey, feel like Kobe, Audrey if you don't know me
Drool so holy, come real closely to the bad side, no Joey
Rollie pollie, my wrist frozy, cool because a jit too cozy
Walk to the location and I fly like a spaceship, I don't give a
I just come through if he wanna test my patience
Yeah, I stay loaded, my neck so atrocious
They know I'm the chosen, so I hit them with the hocus pocus
Pork chop sing like American Idol
Go go gadget, my fit, my style
I get the bills, I get the blues, I get the green
Look at my fit and you know I recycle
Count my paper like I'm Michael
Can't trust 12 because I'm not a disciple
Coughin' and sneezin', I feel like a sicko
My money bigger than hippo
I'm goin' hard, don't compare me to pillow
Diamonds is dancin' disco, it go
Ree, now he out of breath, he bout to
Wheeze, I want all the smoke, not talkin'
Tree, I secure the bags and keep my keys
Like a ghost town, woadie I feel free
Pork chop sing like American Idol
Go go gadget, my fit, my style
I get the bills, I get the blues, I get the green
Look at my fit and you know I recycle
Count my paper like I'm Michael
Can't trust 12 because I'm not a disciple
Lowkey lowkey, feel like Kobe, Audrey if you don't know me
Drool so holy, come real closely to the bad side, no Joey
Rollie pollie, my wrist frozy, cool because a jit too cozy
Walk to the location and I fly like a spaceship, I don't give a
I just come through if he wanna test my patience
Yeah, I stay loaded, my neck so atrocious
They know I'm the chosen, so I hit them with the hocus pocus
Pork chop sing like American Idol
Go go gadget, my fit, my style
I get the bills, I get the blues, I get the green
Look at my fit and you know I recycle
Count my paper like I'm Michael
Can't trust 12 because I'm not a disciple
Coughin' and sneezin', I feel like a sicko
My money bigger than hippo
I'm goin' hard, don't compare me to pillow
Diamonds is dancin' disco, it go
Ree, now he out of breath, he bout to
Wheeze, I want all the smoke, not talkin'
Tree, I secure the bags and keep my keys
Like a ghost town, woadie I feel free
Pork chop sing like American Idol
Go go gadget, my fit, my style
I get the bills, I get the blues, I get the green
Look at my fit and you know I recycle
Count my paper like I'm Michael
Can't trust 12 because I'm not a disciple
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Writer(s): Ryan Dizon
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