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fuck out my mentions – atlas
Yeah, okay, okay, alright
Yeah
Bitch, my wrist looks like a fucking glacier
I done killed the game and now it needs a savior
Bring it back to life, I feel like Brendan Fraser
Never make mistakes, so I don't need erasers
Bitch, you bouta see me take the cup, better pick them cameras up
I hope you filming this
Only skill and never luck, run the game and run amok
I hope you feeling this
Every color diamond on the chain
My shit looking like a pride parade
Smoking loud till I'm in hyperspace
I got so much money, think I'm Tyra Banks
I got so much money, I got tired of banks
Hundred trillion in a giant safe
Couple billion in my hiding place
Underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds
If you touch my paper, then I'm seeing red
Knuckle sandwich on some pita bread
Diamonds snowy, I might need a sled
Yung sleepy hollow, all I need is head, fuck it
Sleep tomorrow it's a party night, fuck it
I'm the nicest when I'm on the mic, fuck it
I ain't ever work a nine to five
But I'm on my grind all the fucking time
Yeah, that's true if you really wanna talk facts
I don't know why you always gotta talk back
Y'all shady, I ain't talking bout a cross hatch
Oh my God
Yeah, and that's true if you really wanna talk facts
I don't know why you always gotta talk back
Y'all shady, I ain't talking bout a cross hatch
Fuck out my mentions
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