Omakase ian
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[Intro]
(Haha, what the f—)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f—)
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (Ha, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn, huh
[Verse 1]
I'm Savage, the Macho Man, just watch your head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'
T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank, I don't even know where it's from
This ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down
I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can't fit this Number Nine tee, goddamn (Nope, nope)
I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass
(Haha, what the f—)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f—)
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (Ha, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn, huh
[Verse 1]
I'm Savage, the Macho Man, just watch your head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'
T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank, I don't even know where it's from
This ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down
I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can't fit this Number Nine tee, goddamn (Nope, nope)
I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass
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