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patek (feat. patrickxblue) - lil bruh gwop lyrics

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yeah
oh no
yeah, yeah
hard times got a n*gga in all black
hard times got a n*gga, ready to jack
i hit a l!ck i need to quit but i can’t stop
no, i won’t stop, cuz’ i get that drop

bad lil b*tch, she from ireland
she said she love me because i’m so stylin
don’t give a f*ck about yo’ momma
might just f*ck her straight from behind
look at my shoes, they are designer, drip
look at my pants, they are designer, drip
look at my shirt, they are designer, drip
look at my wrist, it’s patek

what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch, uh
can i trust a n*gga?
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, can i trust a n*gga?
no i cannot trust a
what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch uh
can i trust a n*gga?
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, can i trust a n*gga?
no i cannot trust a
what is the point of all of this? huh?
patek up on my wrist
uh, big bag up on my hip, she gon’ talk that sh*t again
even whether right or wrong, might just turn her out again
but i cannot trust a, b*tch
i got 40 in the lyft, same reason i’m her mans
she gon’ freak me in the benz
cuz’ patek up on my wrist, me and pat gon’ set the trend
they trippin’ off what i spend, my features is 10 bands
just look at what’s on my wrist, brand new prada on my b*tch
heard em’ talkin’ all that sh*t, them records don’t make cents
and i ain’t never need a b*tch, that’s a push*to*start
baby bless your heart, we been here from the start

what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch, uh
can i trust a n*gga?
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, can i trust a n*gga?
no i cannot trust a
what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch uh
can i trust a n*gga?
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, can i trust a n*gga?
no i cannot trust a
cart is empty and i’m lit
and that just don’t match
put two & two together now i’m back in the trap
h*ll na, i ain’t sell no weed
naw i’m selling that ass
h*ll na i can’t f*ck with her if she ain’t making no cash
and i can’t fail to hit the top of the charts
young with a heart and i survive off of street smarts
play with me i’ll slide inside the dark
bust ahead the door clips away (yeah)
let em’ know that i don’t play (yeah yeah)
what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch, uh
cannot trust a n*gga
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, cannot trust a n*gga
no i cannot trust a
what is the point of all of this?
huh? patek up on my wrist
uh, designer on my b*tch uh
cannot trust a n*gga
no, i cannot trust a b*tch
uh, can i trust a n*gga?
no i cannot trust a

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