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Correct Patek Water Lyrics
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[Intro] On gang, like, nigga, I'm really, like I'm really gon' turn up on this one I'm really that nigga though, like, for real, like (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points) I'll, I'll turn anything into some crazy shit, some nutty shit, for real (Yeah, uh) [Chorus] New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this wrist first quarter And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause bitch my Patek water, uh We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a D-thang I was with Johnny when I went to johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame [Verse] 2x, but a nigga rock three chains If we catch an opp, then it's free game Young nigga been lit, nigga, he fame I ain't worried 'bout him 'cause he sane And my shooter insane, he'll knock out his head, brains Been fly with a kick game But if I kick game and I hit range When I up it, just watch how I split brains Young nigga went shoppin', bought six thangs Patek white gold, no pit stains They say he rich before fame Other rappers been cleanin' my shit stains Came out of the Honda Accord, now I can afford to cop me a lil' bit of wrist pain My Philippe cost a brick, I ain't worried 'bout shit I remember I was worried, my wrist changed [Chorus] New ice from my jeweler, I just got a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah Bitch, my whole team got bucks, Milwaukee, this wrist first quarter And she be like, "Why you don't text me back?" 'Cause bitch my Patek water, uh We slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a D-thang I was with Johnny when I went to johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang Go back to the hood, they callin' me Tim the way that I'm givin' 'em free game And I got a Patek, my shit water, your nigga ain't got one, he lame
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