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magazine - w!ldflwr (hyperpop) lyrics

[verse 1: w!ldflwr]
shout out my mama
i’m stackin’ my commas
i’m stackin’ my dollars
i’m rockin’ that fendi, that prada
that gucci and maybe some balenciaga
take that b*tch to the bahamas
i’m breakin’ her back then i take her down to benihanas
bend her over, make her holler
i’m f*ckin’ her fast and i’m f*ckin her without a condom
all these n*ggas want me dead (woah)
but you couldn’t save a ho (huh, d*mn)
tell me why you fedеral
f*ckin’ yo b*tch she say that i’m incredible
whitе b*tch put that p*ssy on snapchat
your ho is a nat*nat
me and my n*ggas we ride in the scat pack
take off in this b*tch
now we crashin’ the whip, now we runnin’
[verse 2: kitz]
crashing whips exotic cars
all my sh*t be up to par
manifested, i’ll go far
you’re forever in my heart
i said sh*t that i regret
now yo’ friends be at my head
you ain’t even a d*mn threat
posting ’bout me up on threads
that sh*t really crazy
i been off the deep end
try to f*cking save me
f*ck all of your reasons
we should stop the faking
if i see the crown, best believe that’s what i’m taking

[chorus: w!ldflwr]
baby you know that i got what you need
i just wanted your love
bae, was that hard to see?
baby you know what i mean
think she a model with a magazine
sorry that i have to let her go
cause she didn’t f*ck with the team
baby you know that i got what you need
i just wanted your love
bae, was that hard to see?
baby you know what i mean
think she a model with a magazine
sorry that i have to let her go
cause she didn’t f*ck with the team
[verse 3: pingmas]
flexin’, you know bout the fit, okay
textin’ then throwin’ that b*tch away
sorry you know that i gotta
got too many problem b*tches
dodge that sh*t like ole
knock and then kick down the door like i’m faygo
she say that she love me like fazo
i’m boutta get busy, so you gotta let go
rub peroxy my body like kmoe
baby, i know that you f*ckin’ with me
i feel it, i see through your eyes
she know that she hot like three hundred degrees
but she lovin’ on me wonder why
i know that you want it, you callin’ on me
you invited, bae please come inside
need you right, now
swear all this sh*t feel the, uh, same
only want me for money, i bet that you wouldn’t i ain’t had a name
i just fumbled a b*tch, oh well, i know that she wanted the same things
always tell me they endin’ up different but i still have yet to see d*mn change
well oh well, what d*mn shame

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