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I'm a rockstar tryna fuck a pornstar And I keep a blade, like Sword Art Online How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine" Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick Please, call me up, please, call me up I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah 'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail Rooftop chillin' at the hotel Whole game on my back like Odel Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well" Now I'm fuckin' bitches and money and that's it You don't like the shit that I'm makin', then suck dick Carti man, Rick, bunch of mothеrfuckers on the ride up on my wavе Out the way 'fore I slap a pussy boy like Brad Pitt, shit Momma raised a boy to be a pimp, pimp Fur coat vibin' at the Ritz, Ritz Good role model for the kids, kids Willy went and made another hit Last date that I had was a court date I'm hard, you soft like sorbet Not parfait, no foreplay You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake Letras de cancionesWho you think is next up? I'm better I got drank in my cup, like Bender That boy said that I suck, whatever I got rich and switched up, Bruce Jenner At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick Please, call me up, please, call me up I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah 'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail Rooftop chillin' at the hotel Whole game on my back like Odel Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well" I don't like you, you, you Hear the phone ring, ring, ring Everything new, new, new Lookin' like a king, king, king Money stack tall, tall, tall I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming Fuck it, we ball, ball, ball I told that boy swing, swing, swing I'm soundin' like hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter I don't give a fuck, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home And I sent it back and if you have it, tell him call at my phone From Letras Mania