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no hook - playboi santi lyrics

(donnie katana)

to the max

kicked the b*tch out i couldn’t even take it
the b*tch was annoying don’t deny it let’s face it
get my cash up that’s my day to day basis
n*gga talk sh*t well that n*gga is brainless
if i hit for the p*ssy won’t hit for the *n*s
went to the studio b*tch i knew all the basics
brand new h*llcat can’t wait till i’m famous
that’s in a few years n*gga i got to be patient
rather be famous than being a waitress
stayed in orlando now flying out to vegas (huh?)
said he knew me but don’t know what my name is
pull up to the party yeah i got a way in
5k for a show b*tch those are my ranges
get yo cash up n*gga stop all thе hating
lean slow the pain down a n*gga getting fadеd (codeine)
n*gga you know what is popping i am one of the latest

angel on my shoulder b*tch i know i got the power
the b*tch head game boring but the p*ssy taste like sour
with a lil bit of syrup but it smelling like flower
s*x so good she started getting even louder
really do this sh*t for hours and hours
from orlando no i don’t come from broward
talking on twitter in real life that boy a coward
took princess peach n*gga i feel like i’m bowser
double cup lean i spilled on my shirt
no more parties i feel like lil durk
throwing some money bet she going to make it work
i’m feeling faded but i don’t even pop percs
my b*tch is a masterpiece i feel like i’m kirk (yeah)
big boys diamonds they flash alert (alert)
when i’m almost there i need 5k for a concert
i want that ass for later take it for dessert

sucking my neck like a vampire
i ain’t going to cap that ass i desire
not rocking tillys i’m rocking designer
i get her wet she need a blow dryer
pickle pepper peter picked a piper
i cut off my plug n*gga f*ck all them wires
sh*t it’d be nice but i don’t need no cypher
sh*tting on these nights i carry a diaper

yo b*tch on my d*ck start the humping and jumping
no not a k!ller but them bodies is dumping
she gimme head she blow on it like a trumpet
ball on these n*ggas i’m making them buckets
my hoe be gold digging i give her a budget
she think i love her b*tch you is just nothing
i use my hands b*tch what the f*ck is a musket
hit for the guts no i’m reaching for the stomach
put my heart on the court
ball on these n*ggas like i got no remorse
middle school snoozing now i’ma hop in a porsche
fell in love with a fake b*tch now it’s f*ck that lil wh0re
but she got that blow game thought she placed a c4
my nose real runny the only time that i snort
my pockets fat that sh*t need to work on it’s core
i don’t give a f*ck touch me yo ass on the floor
used to switch b*tches now i switch

used to switch b*tches now we switching time zones
shorty think she got ass but i just see some bones
slurp it like ice cream where the f*ck is the cone
man i’m tired as f*ck after this i’ma go home
a n*gga test his luck put one in his dome
shorty getting h*rny told her calm her hormones
that n*gga in danger he represent some crossed*bones
make him high like a kite i don’t mean he got stoned

b*tch i flash all these diamonds cuz i been through it all
last year b*tches wouldn’t answer now i’m declining their calls
b*tch you know it’s my season i ain’t take no fall
orlando my city this sh*t under thrall
don’t got hoop dreams but a n*gga can ball
the b*tch gave me face might take her to the mall
the b*tch classy and ghetto she act like a gall
lil b*tches talking sh*t just stay playing your dolls
these p*ssy boys talk about me yeah i’m a star
since a lil n*gga i knew i was going to make it far
raf simons my n*gga my money got large
since that day b*tches start releasing discharge
bout to go celebrate with my n*ggas we heading to a bar
b*tch i got no filter yeah i got no heart
if a n*gga run up on me you know i’m a spark
this sh*t isn’t easy i knew since the start (b*tch)

got a main and a side b*tch
f*cked on her feeling so righteous
i don’t understand what the hype is
ride on the d*ck call her pilot
nowadays sh*t be so priceless
fat p*ss that sh*t got a tight grip
took me a few months to record a whole song all for a f*cking virus

- playboi santi lyrics

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