Yeah
What up, Bobby?
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Xan on the beat, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Xanny game, candy game
You just want it now, babe
I'm insane, live alone
Silence to my only home
Jonny ??? up on my wrist
Heavy like I hit some shit
Basic bitches wanna kiss
Drop your legs and suck this dick
Took a lot of pills, think it's time to go to space, yeah
Houston have a problem, the speakers don't have much bass, yeah
Fuck it, we gon' fly to Mars and try to find some dank, yeah
Pussy in my face, yeah
What the fuck was I gon' say? Yeah
Used to clean streets, now I'm livin' like a king, yeah
Tatted up my face so people likin' what they see, yeah
Every shop I'm hittin', gettin' everything for free, yeah
When I was a baby, knew I would have everything, yeah
The crown, the gold
The jewels, the hoes
The cars, the homes
Everything I own
Look, the crown, the gold
The jewels, the hoes
The cars, the homes
Everything I own
My dirty little secret, is it cheatin' if she Swedish?
I don't know, just go ask Jesus
Let me tell you 'bout my demons
Make your army start retreatin'
Left his arm and legs still bleedin'
I'm a beast and I need feedin'
But don't count me as no villain (Yeah)
I love-love that RX logo on the side of the bed
I wanna feel on some titties, are they real or just fake?
Never mind, doesn't matter, I'm still fuckin' today, yeah
Ayy, I'm still fuckin' today
The crown, the gold
The jewels, the hoes
The cars, the homes
Everything I own
Look, the crown, the gold
The jewels, the hoes
The cars, the homes
Everything I own, yeah
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