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Billy Marchiafava

Brunchtime

 

Brunchtime


I pull up on yo bitch like
"Nice to meet ya!"
Pockets getting heavy gotta
Hold my pants up
Two cell phones but I still won't answer
She a shy girl but tonight she a dancer

Ok, I count these racks when I clock in
I'ma make a couple hits then dip like mens
She a freak on cam, come through bring a friend
Late nights in the lab, Billy sipping on gin
I'm lit baby all of my music ain't shit baby
Ride around time in that mercedes
She want it early like brunch but I'm like "no baby"
I do my money dance, once night and the money spent
This sound like a hundred bands
This sound like Billy going off again
Better give the fans something they can bump again
Me and Craig the rap game Olsen Twins
Gotta flight to the bay scared of turbulence
I'm going up like the house from that one movie
I'm just tryna' get paid like Judge Judy!

I pull up on yo bitch like
"Nice to meet ya!"
Pockets getting heavy gotta
Hold my pants up
Two cell phones but I still won't answer
She a shy girl but tonight she a dancer

Popped a perc but I'm up now
Fuck it I'm pulling her guts out
911 when I start having fun
If you not giving neck get the fuck out
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I'm in this bitch like a touchdown
Fuck her best friend and get cussed out
Lot of drugs through the customs
Doing lines on the runway (Yuh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I'm goin up, jetpack
All I ever knew was trap
Punch a nigga and I gave him jetlag
Lay him down like he taking a nap
Knock, knock I'm at yo' door like religion
Pop, pop, pop a nigga like prescriptions
Pop it, flip her over no kissing
Rob him on camera and get a description
Put my in your appendix
Flexing so hard I don't even need tendons
My full name? Jordan Lenin Pickett
Bitch I'm balling making smash hits
I'm really winning your stimulus check
Pending fuck school I was skipping attendence
All these bars I forgot to mention I look like a janitor and still get bitches (ha!)

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