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Robert Arthur Podeyn
Robert Arthur Podeyn
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Roy Saldivar
Roy Saldivar
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Okay okay okay,
Wanna play games like this an arcade,
Think it's a race but she's diggin' her grave,
Down on her knees but she don't wanna pray,
I'm gettin' saved, beggin' the Lord,
Please smite me down if intentions ain't pure,
So I'm on fire I'm burnt to the core,
They stayin' strapped then I'm pullin' a sword,
Lookin' like Michael reppin' the Jordan's,
American Made I don't ride in no foreign,
Finish the job I ain't leavin' em snorin',
Cut em to pieces I'm feelin' like Gordon,
Quick with the knife,
Leave em enticed,
I'll cut a bitch, No I ain't being nice.
I need a taste,
She lookin' fine,
I get her wet and then leave it in rice,
They so behind,
Tryina catch up,
They try to keep with my pace but they slackin',
I put in work yeah I stay with the action,
Feel like Sylvester Stallone while I'm rappin',
She fuckin' me, she ridin' a stallion,
Lockin' that pussy up, Megan Thee Stallion,
Seein' me happy, I'm keepin' em frownin',
They all so salty I'm winnin', they doubt me,
They wanna see me fall,
But I got my balance dawg,
I don't ever sway,
4-5 if they throwin' shade,
Roll through like a tank,
Keep 'em guessin',
Till there's no debate,
I ain't second rate.
Flushin' em out like I'm feelin' a bean,
Like I'm feelin' a bean,
I hit the 3 but I shoot for the team,
Yeah I shoot for the team.
Drivin' my whip like a bandit,
Drivin' em in to a panic,
Sit down cause I am the standard,
Ain't know the meanin' of stamina,
They disappear like a phantom,
I take the check like a ransom.
I take the check like a ransom,
Tip toe the bag like a dancer,
Carving em out like a cancer,
Runnin' em round like Ronaldo,
Best yeah I entered the convo,
Payin' me off like a condo,
I keep it tucked in the Tahoe,
Hittin' the slopes with a model,
She pop my top like a bottle,
She pop my top like a bottle,
She pop my top like a bottle,
Finished, I'm makin' her swallow.
You got the version of me you deserved,
You might be fucked up but I've been disturbed,
Stricken with sickness the illest on Earth,
Cut you to sections you come on my turf,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
You left a stain on my name and it burns,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job yeah yeah,
Finish the job
Written by: Robert Arthur Podeyn, Roy Saldivar
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