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Come 300 up like a Spartan | Balenciaga in Tartan | The waiter begging my pardon
Come 300 up like a Spartan Balenciaga in Tartan The waiter begging my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie Remember back home I was starving I'm bad at maths, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket I'm way more than an artist I'll bust the pack and then half it I'm a baller, I just kick with her Then I flip her up and pass it I'm a sick fuck, can't mask it More champagne? Yes, thank you for asking I just take drugs till I'm retarded Cali', I'm barking, mixed with the smell of Dior on my armpits Come 300 up like a Spartan Balenciaga in Tartan The waiter begging my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie Remember back home I was starving I'm bad at maths, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket Come through bossed up like I'm Caesar Bally on face in a blacked-out Beamer Can't see me in the cut, John Cena So many packs you would think I'm a dealer Sipped too long that I can't get fevers Stepped in me Air Force, left in arenas Outfit change on the day, I'm a genius Can't get enough, I'm waist-deep in her femurs, femurs Yeah, Yeah She said I'm addictive just like heroin I'm the furthest thing from celibate Kidda, I'm sneaky, I left no evidence Don't chat shit if your name's not relevant Got a bad bitch and she came from Lebanon Pop these pills, come blue like Everton Just got stains on me LV letterman, Letterman, Letterman Come 300 up like a Spartan Balenciaga in Tartan The waiter begging my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie Remember back home I was starving I'm bad at maths, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket Come 300 up like a Spartan Balenciaga in Tartan The waiter begging my pardon I'm in Paris, La Mangerie Remember back home I was starving I'm bad at maths, I just charted Can't let the opps rest in their casket
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