Nomad Punk, Ato Woody — Die for me (Episode 2)
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I got money from the show thats gonna pile for me
Got a lotta mandem anytime to ride for me
I got bitches on my phone fucking up flight for me
Lotta women in this country are ready to die for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
Bunch of shit don’t outside
Just because I say u fine
Don’t you think that you got invited woah
Anytime I book a flight
I get 10s just coming by
California demon time
Louis Vs fonly for sides
She be doing pops and lines
Baby Slow down thats too high
I got money on my mind
I got bitches outta my mind
I got sons right by my side yeah woah
I know people that been trapping on the low-low low
Girl you blind if you want me to go-woah-woah
I did half she did the whole baby go slow-ow-ow
I got private flight to LA after show-ow-ow
We get big O’s
New friends No
Half a mil for show, show
We get big O’s
New friends No
Half a mil for show, show
I got money from the show thats gonna pile for me
Got a lotta mandem anytime to ride for me
I got bitches on my phone fucking up flight for me
Lotta women in this country are ready to die for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
Either we make it, or we gon take it
Cause they know our faces, we’re never mistaken
Can’t fuck with the bacon, no no
It’s haram baby
We know what’s the time baby
You know that i only fuck with 10 10s and the dimes baby
40 more raris, 40 more gyallies, 40 more carats
Week in Miami, week in Sydney, week in the Paris
I just want more diamonds on wrist I’m putting pressure
Just to be more toxic to my ex I’m tryna stress her
I dont wanna know your lifestory baby no
Please don’t make listen to bullshit all day long
I just need the shoulder rub at night and maybe some
Top off in the morning and baby if you don’t
I will kiss your on forehead and tell my goodbyes
Fly overseas this is London — Dubai
You wish you were staying right by my side
But it’s never happenin and baby you know why
I got money from the show thats gonna pile for me
Got a lotta mandem anytime to ride for me
I got bitches on my phone fucking up flight for me
Lotta women in this country are ready to die for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Popstar, Rockstar just get some vibe for me
Die for me? You gon really die for me?
Supermodel hoes goin wild for me
