MaddaSome idiot boy dereYou should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stoolThe boy's about to break some newsAll the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinylY'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for realAnd that's the truthSixteen hours ahead in MelbourneI don't even know what's goin' on back home, straightAyyGirls from Atlanta call me SantaGirls from Australia, what can I tell ya?You know I love you so muchI just gotta handle somethin' bigger than usTriple S was really to show you my loveAnd make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet upBut now I gotta send it upThey was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaquеsGo blow the dust off your plaques"What was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like thatI don't remember one word in your rapsI don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's goYeahAn FTX penthouse high-riser, yeahSamuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeahI'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riserI'm with the mob at GraycliffTwenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes upI am not better or wiserFuture the Prince is my trusted advisorI get everyone hit, I get everyone lined upIf it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, manEveryone time's upIf it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayyIf it's up to me, then you all on a list, manEveryone signed upIf it's up to me, it's already madeI ain't makin' my mind upIf it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed upGo blow the dust off your plaques, what?Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?Go blow the dust off your plaquesWhat was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like thatI don't remember nothin' 'bout them rapsI don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's goAyyA BTC crypto big-timerI'm a corporate-America hit survivorGot a real big heart, I'm a fucked-up guy, thoughThose ain't my haters, those are my secret admirersNew Year's EvePolice escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworksI heard your brother got flippedDid it sloppy, so that wasn't our workDefinitely gon' know if it's us if we got himJust wait 'til it's our turn, ayyGo blow the dust off your plaquesGo blow the dust off your plaquesWhat was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like thatI don't remember one word in your rapsI don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracksLet's goYeah
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Madda
Some idiot boy dere
You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool
The boy's about to break some news
All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinyl
Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real
And that's the truth
Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne
I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight
Ayy
Girls from Atlanta call me Santa
Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?
You know I love you so much
I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us
Triple S was really to show you my love
And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up
But now I gotta send it up
They was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaquеs
Go blow the dust off your plaques"
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go
Yeah
An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah
Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah
I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser
I'm with the mob at Graycliff
Twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up
I am not better or wiser
Future the Prince is my trusted advisor
I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up
If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man
Everyone time's up
If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy
If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man
Everyone signed up
If it's up to me, it's already made
I ain't makin' my mind up
If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up
Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?
Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps
I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go
Ayy
A BTC crypto big-timer
I'm a corporate-America hit survivor
Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked-up guy, though
Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers
New Year's Eve
Police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks
I heard your brother got flipped
Did it sloppy, so that wasn't our work
Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him
Just wait 'til it's our turn, ayy
Go blow the dust off your plaques
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks
Let's go
Yeah
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