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rose gold stripper pole - kentheman lyrics

[intro]
(rose gold stripper pole)
ayy
ooh (island with the cash like diego)
ayy
mmm, mmm, turn me up, turn me
turn me up, ayy
(bankroll got it)

[verse 1]
and no this ain’t no “panda,” but we do stay in designer, ayy
my best friend in that prada, you know i’m balenciaga
i ain’t crazy ’bout no n*gga, i’m too crazy ’bout a dollar
and yes, i’m still a p, be selling dreams like marijuana, ayy
you can really ask about me, these n*gga ain’t smashin’ me
i got pretty privilege, baby, these n*ggas ain’t taxin’ me
be mad at your baby daddy, mami, don’t be bashin’ me
you got you a bentley, n*gga, you can’t just be crashin’ me

[chorus]
he can eat the box, but i still tell him we don’t label that
i should call him weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
b*tches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
if he run into me, cps, can’t get your baby back
[verse 2]
i can’t be seen with no n*gga, tlc, we gotta creep
i say i only f*ck with ballers ’cause these ballers f*ck with me
you know, you know i ain’t in town, what you mean you tryna see me?
(oh, you got me something?), i mean, where you tryna meet me?
the way i got the vvs dancing, you would think i’m at the pynk
i don’t think these b*tches cubans, why they think we gotta link?
if i wasn’t smoking b*tches, would’ve still been in they league
you know i been running sh*t, i’m the sha’carri of the streets
ooh, the streets callin’, put it on silent
b*tches call ’em husbands, i call ’em my clients
and they couldn’t take my spot if they rent it out and buy it
your n*gga for the hoes and he say that he wanna try me, try me try me, try me

[outro]
you can’t get your n*gga back, mmm, give me that
n*gga, playin’ with my money, it could get your cherry whacked
i don’t f*ck with rap b*tches, mmm, b*tches very wack
call me asian ’cause i really ain’t f*ckin’ with none of that

- kentheman lyrics

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