We love you, baptist
Fuck my city, yeah, I ran away to USA
I'm with the model girls, and we're out in L.A
I'm with baptist and we're in the fuckin' rave
Groupie bitches in my face, get the fuck away (Huh)
Yeah, bitch, get the fuck away
I was doin' all these drugs just to numb the pain
I do this shit all by myself, I don't care what you say
Fifty bands for the feat', you better fuckin' pay
My name is phresh, it's nice to meet you
You ain't rap, you're on the 'net, you're just a tweeter
You're a tweeter, you're a tweeter
I'm almighty in this bitch, I'm like a leader
Huh, yeah, bitch, you know I'm fuckin' lit
I was in the fuckin' Telly, touchin' on her tits
Paris Fashion Week, she fuck with me 'cause I'm a Brit
Catch me on the TV, red carpet shit
From my city, yeah, I ran away to USA
I'm with the model girls, and we're out in L.A
I'm with baptist and we're in the fuckin' rave
Groupie bitches in my face, get the fuck away (Huh)
Yeah, bitch, get the fuck away
I was doin' all these drugs just to numb the pain
I do this shit all by myself, I don't care what they say
Fifty bands for the feat', you better fuckin' pay
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