robert patekson Songtext
von bbno$

Ayy man, the-, the fuck you ain′t hearing no fucking
Fuck am I doing getting this money?

God damn, praise the lord (Woah)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I′m doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won't die, I'm Robert Patekson

I′m getting bread, you crumbly
I got baguette, she getting so fugly
I′m getting cash, so kiss on my ass
And suck on my balls
From front to the back, bitch
Mm-mm-mm, she loving it
Penis is hard, my condom in love with me
Two thousand messages, all of them girls


Tell them to test on me, buy me new pearls
No way, get my bag up, sell my kidney
Yes I'm pampered, I ain′t pissy
Watch my meat spin, make her dizzy
Need no reason, I ain't picky
I bought a house in Greece
I don′t know why, might have to lease it out
Good she know I don't crease (Huh)
Why did the beat cut out

Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain′t no way we up

God damn, praise the lord (Woah)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can't afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won′t die, I′m Robert Patekson

I'm getting bag to Baghdad
I still recline, I′m in a Maybach
Still getting cash, I'm getting giraffe
I rented a PJ, throwing some racks, I′m up in the sky
I cannot drive, my shit is too high

I'm wiping my ass, It′s twenty-five ply
Up in the France, I'ma go blind (On god)
And my car park only fit two but I bought three so I need more space
And everything you say I said before
You paraphrasing lil' bitch (Uh, uh)


Hey, turn that shit back up
Way, up her labia
Pay, main stage India
Say, ain′t no way we up

God damn, praise the lord (Woah)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can′t afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won′t die, I'm Robert Patekson

God damn, praise the lord (Woah)
Ball like conquistador
Mad man, Don Draper drip, nothing I can′t afford
Big biz, I'm doing fine, up to shenanigans
Tick-tick, my wrist won′t die, I'm Robert Patekson