Taylor Swift
How I'ma not stand out I'm rocking these Vetements
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
I got some people they ass shoulda been home
Pedaling rock and I'm looking like Flintstone
I'm in the Benz and they still in the Dome
If you wanna fuck with me man? Then it's on
I'm getting money the hell is you doing
Everybody mad that they can't be included
She wanna cuff me she walking around foolish
Mama she proud she act just like Trudy
I got the fish and the chip just like British
How in the fuck you be wifing these bitches
I'm finna blow up man that shit is physics
Life is not sweet man that shit not a picnic
I got a chain I'm just waiting on pendents
I'm in your head rent free just like a tenant
Benjamin Franklin on me and he cripping
She better be fye if she gone be the Mrs
How I'ma not stand out I'm rocking these Vetements
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
That boy ain't got clips he ain't shooting at shit
I ain't got the burner man I gave that shit to Rich
I just poured some codeine up in the fizz
You ain't get no money man look at your clique
Sniper rifle shoot him in the head John Kennedy
Want a real motherfucker I am the epitome
97 Baby man we going to infinity
I got them chicken wings more than a 50 piece
You know my ass sliding on all of the felonies
I don't fuck with bro he gone tell on me
I am so high got wings on my back Hercules
She just wanna fuck for a Perc or 3
Run up on me swear to God catching 3rd degree
Just stole your bitch ain't no burglary
If she don't fuck then she work for me
Selling that grass like young Randy from Medellín
How I'ma not stand out I'm rocking these Vetements
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
I got some people they ass shoulda been home
Pedaling rock and I'm looking like Flintstone
I'm in the Benz and they still in the Dome
If you wanna fuck with me man? Then it's on
I'm getting money the hell is you doing
Everybody mad that they can't be included
She wanna cuff me she walking around foolish
Mama she proud she act just like Trudy
I got the fish and the chip just like British
How in the fuck you be wifing these bitches
I'm finna blow up man that shit is physics
Life is not sweet man that shit not a picnic
I got a chain I'm just waiting on pendents
I'm in your head rent free just like a tenant
Benjamin Franklin on me and he cripping
She better be fye if she gone be the Mrs
How I'ma not stand out I'm rocking these Vetements
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
That boy ain't got clips he ain't shooting at shit
I ain't got the burner man I gave that shit to Rich
I just poured some codeine up in the fizz
You ain't get no money man look at your clique
Sniper rifle shoot him in the head John Kennedy
Want a real motherfucker I am the epitome
97 Baby man we going to infinity
I got them chicken wings more than a 50 piece
You know my ass sliding on all of the felonies
I don't fuck with bro he gone tell on me
I am so high got wings on my back Hercules
She just wanna fuck for a Perc or 3
Run up on me swear to God catching 3rd degree
Just stole your bitch ain't no burglary
If she don't fuck then she work for me
Selling that grass like young Randy from Medellín
How I'ma not stand out I'm rocking these Vetements
The day that I die I swear I'ma turn to a legend
I caught your ass sipping fake medicine
Fucked up my check then I started again
Know that I'm solid that motherfucker dense
You ain't catch up I'm ahead of this shit
Your ass fucked up you ain't making amends
You dating that bitch? Man you playing pretend
In Magic City like I'm in the gym
I got the tool like I'm Tim Allen
Man I'm a dog I'm motherfucking Pit
Turned 23 put AP on my wrist
I spit that dope and they getting a fix
Love story ass bitch you is not Taylor Swift
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