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Autumn!

Bentley Bentayga! 2

 

Bentley Bentayga! 2

(album: Antagonist! - 2022)


How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches can fit in the 'tayga?
How many niggas, how many niggas
How many niggas done turned into haters?
How many pitchers, how many pitchers?
Piss should be gold, but it's purple like Lakers
How is this easy, how is this easy
How this shit easy to me like a layup?
How do ya do it, how do ya do it?
How is he still getting crazy years later?
These hoes be goopers, just fuck her and dupe her
If she annoy me I'm a pass her to Playah

This choppa childish, it eat ya like animal crackers, and crush ya Danimal packets
They say I'm wilding, I'm driving like Danica Patrick I'm flying and swerving through traffic
Fuck her she smiling, if she want the D she can have it, turn her to a fiend she a addict
My money piling, it just buy things I have, yet you always find me where the cash at
These hoes be trifling, she keep asking me if these baguettes want me to put Gs in her Cash App
I just be lying, I tell her good things 'cause her ass fat, still treat her like cheese in a rat trap
My opps be crying say Wick buying views, he don't have that, but I know what he really mad at
My wrist got diamonds, it took me a while just to have that, knew I was gon' have it since backpack

On demon timing, say she don't want Wick then its rap cap, she be in my DMs bad bad
My stars aligning got stars on the roof, in a matte black Rolls Royce Cullinan Black Badge
I just be rhyming, but we can agree its fat fact, that nigga Wick he can rap rap
Feel so alive, it's amazing I got me a bag bag, plus a little bitch with a fat ass
My niggas riding for me, so you better not lack lack, we get them drakes straight from Baghdad
Fly as a pilot, and still a vibe in the raq raq, soon as I land gotta tap that
I'm on to finer things, trips to the UK and back back, Tesla ain't come with a gas cap

It really didn't though 'cause you it's a electric you know what I'm saying you gotta charge it (aha)

How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches, how many bitches
How many bitches?

How many bitches can fit in the 'tayga?
How many bitches can fit in the 'tayga?
How many bitches can fit in the 'tayga?
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