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arnold palmer - 2gaudy lyrics

[verse]
i can’t even fold this sh*t, ’cause, n*gga, i ain’t no lawn chair
she gon’ tell me about her life, i just hit her with, “who cares?”
now we some playground bullies, we the type of n*ggas that don’t share
now we pull up in dolce, what the f*ck is they gon’ say?
like when i’m on the court, hit a pump fake
laugh track, these n*ggas so fake
he aimed his bl!ck, mistake
grim reaper, his life i take
you know i ain’t new to this sh*t
they know me before i’m out the whip
got a lil’ white b*tch on my hip
in thе cup with some kratom i sip, you know?
i really feel like thе goat for sure
i might consume all your weed
y’all n*ggas can’t even read
your b*tch blowing me like my d*ck got a reed
i stay with some cutters, some real cutlery
she gobble my meat, she say, “bon appétit,”
just ’cause you let me up in your b*tch, don’t mean you get a feat, n*gga
i was down bad, had to get a new bag, that’s how i make sense
lost my ho, gotta go get a new b*tch, just to replace her
these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout g19, but i rock with a laser
i’ma turn the dial up to phaser
see me servin’ ’round, took a waiter
and i cannot fold through hot or cold, ’cause n*gga, i ain’t no b*tch
if he talk sh*t i pull this switch
’cause b*tch, i ball like a maverick
i’m way too ahead like morty, rick
he still struggling to pay the lease
she gave me top and ain’t gon’ stop
guillotine, that girl deceased
hold on, i might just go get my roll on
[?] in the back, was so gone
i’m so high like [?]
[?] on his face like a cling*on
she love me that b*tch wanna cling on
she getting between me and the green, that little b*tch is a crouton
and now i’m moving diabolical
her mans wanna fight me, threw a left hook, felt like pulling a follicle (ow)
them n*ggas sweet, iced tea, f*ckin’ hi*c
arnold palmer ass n*gga (b*tch)
he don’t know that i’m a grave digger (b*tch)
lay the pipe on his main b*tch, then she whispered that my d*ck bigger (d*mn)
and now i’m moving diabolical (d*mn)
her mans wanna fight me, threw a left hook, felt like pulling a follicle (ow)
them n*ggas sweet, iced tea, f*ckin’ hi*c
arnold palmer ass n*gga (b*tch)
he don’t know that i’m a grave digger (b*tch)
lay the pipe on his main b*tch, then she whispered that my d*ck bigger (d*mn)

- 2gaudy lyrics

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