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Look Like Basquiat (Extended Version)

 

Look Like Basquiat (Extended Version)


[Cadie:]
I'm happy

[Robb Bank$:]
Mhm, Mhm
Savage, Life
Spaceghostpurrp
Lil Bitch

My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
And you owe me 4 for that whole thang, that's 36 deep
I got yo' bitch trynna spoon
I paint a picture with her hymen
She dress up like Sailor Moon for my excitement
Said "Wipe Me Down" I got a lot of money now, bitch
Said "Wipe Me Down" I got a lot of money now, bitch!
Nigga get yo' mind right, still got work on deck
Put you down with my connect if yo stocks right
Get tangible with that tangerine, break it down so I can smoke it in the limelight
And I got a new bitch, we looking up at the stars
No ceiling like I'm tryna shoplift
In a candy coated Van Gogh painted Lexus, art school bitch love when I scoop her in that shit
When I talk, know that that's pimp shit mane
Blow sick smoke, smell like incense mane
Just bought a 5 and it grip my Hanes, and I put that on my momma like she Lisa Ann
It was flown over seas just to get sent to me
Hands stuck to my bitch tanlines while we at the beach
And I jumped yo' homeboy, well sorry bitch I was on a bean
I got my bud and my woodgrain steering wheel all from the Giving Tree
My nigga, fuck with me!
Well I got yo' bitch rubbing all on her clit in that oh-10
I recline my seat and pull out my shit, shoot one on her hood like I'm Zimmerman
Handful of real niggas and I'm rolling with 'em bitch
Young nigga only growing pains I got is in my dick
In the set with a redhead, battle to the death
Look like First Form Cell all the freckles on her chest
And I lay it all out
Show 'em straight money so they know it's real
Robb Bank$ to the public, but to my Zo's I'm Jean-Michel

I look like Basquiat, Basquiat
Bitch I look like Basquiat, Basquiat
Basquiat, Basquiat
Bitch I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

These hoes on my dick, so I'm going hard in the paint
Me and Madonna got married and that heroin in my veins
And I whip my hair back and forth, go ask ya man if he straight
Just know I'm fresh off a Xan', tell that nigga give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint

And I got bitches mixing my paint and getting high off of the fumes
I'm taking bitches out on dates and take them right back to my room
Room 69 at the Fountainebleau, right before I smang me and her make a toast
Fucking bitches on my pottery wheel same skin tone as a motherfucking ghost
And I mix lemonade with that dirty And I take one sip and I'm higher than a bitch
Pull out my dick and these hoes run
And get paper towels for they head like Jadakiss
Suck my dick! I'm out here nigga yelling "Suck my dick!"
Lohan told them niggas "Suck my dick!"
Mill told them fuck niggas "Suck my dick"
And I bet your bitch gonna wanna take a pic when I throw on all of these diamonds
You see the accents when I'm shining like Keith Haring a set full of riders
And I'm riding through my city painting on a pill painting all my sights in acrylics
Got a AR that play dubstep if you try to come for my skrilla
And I ain't tryna have no fuck niggas up in my region
My bitch and I made a smoke screen and I'm coughing and she wheezing

I look like Basquiat, Basquiat
Bitch I look like Basquiat, Basquiat
Basquiat, Basquiat
Bitch I look like Basquiat, Basquiat

These hoes on my dick, so I'm going hard in the paint
Me and Madonna got married and that heroin in my veins
And I whip my hair back and forth, go ask ya man if he straight
Just know I'm fresh off a Xan', tell that nigga give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint
Give me something to paint

Money. Hoes. Money. Hoes

And now I don't count no money and I don't fuck no hoes
Cause now I got an accountant I'm never in town so these bitches just gonna send nudes to my phone
And I'm out in the Bahamas smoking wine milds in the grapevine
Paid off that villa, but I'm only there up in the daytime
And that's love to all of my Spring bitches, Kisses to my Margate hoes
Colgate for my incisors, platinum for my k9s
And you bi niggas dressing in fur like what the fuck
Gotta rose gold wedding band and she still wanna fuck
I could run a hot wheel down her curves
Still wanna fuck even though my bathroom is his and hers
My main bitch she just got a new whip, got her a baby Glock that tote right above her clit
Queen of my Sparta in them gladiator flats
Motherfucking real bitch man she keep it 300
But no sweet shit don't dap me, I ain't Freddy
Straight like that, Nigga straight like that
WOBO hit it till' I get to the plastic on the black boy
And all you niggas is tatted for no reason take it if you want it as a diss
You doing cover-ups bitch and I'm doing the same thing with my dermatologist
And if your lips touch my dick make sure that they filled with collagen, that's barbie bitch
Hit my me if your ass want to menage again, and a bottle of that white Remy got my words all slurred
And my hair getting longer, I'm Super Saiyan 3 nigga that's my word
My niggas that's my word, nigga that's my word
You niggas think you really fucking with me? sure

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