Bathing Apes Lyrics

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Please do not fuck up my mood
When I'm in this Bentley coupe
And I got on Bathing Apes, go bananas, lose the roof
I just seen a brighter day
Went to Jacob, made a play
All that hating get ya shot
Drink lean like espresso shots
My bitch work at Starbucks, like she took yo' order or somethin'
I should be a barber, way I line these bitches up
I can kick it, ho, kick rocks
Got a bag, it's like take-out
Hoin', yet she talkin' shit, bought that bitch some Prada socks

You want smoke? I pop 'em out
My Glock shoot like "Kameha'"
Bitch, I was a problem child
Like I was the son of Sam
Pull up in the "What the fuck?"
Pull up in that "Goddamn"
Baby girl like pumpkin piе, shawty thick like she got yams
Magic City, made hеr dance
That bitch ain't even use no hands
Why you Tweet like we won't act?
Delete that word like he was spam
I'm gettin' top, I call her back
He got chopped like he was lamb
Active nigga like [?]
Left wrist like it's Toucan Sam

Please do not fuck up my mood
When I'm in this Bentley coupe
And I got on Bathing Apes, go bananas, lose the roof
I just seen a brighter day
Went to Jacob, made a play
All that hating get ya shot
Drink lean like espresso shots
My bitch work at Starbucks, like she took yo' order or somethin'
I should be a barber, way I line these bitches up
I can kick it, ho, kick rocks
Got a bag, it's like take-out
Hoin', yet she talkin' shit, bought that bitch some Prada socks

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