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Okay The first one ever made ya'll This a Patek Phillipe bracelet A Patek Phillipe bracelet nigga Rose gold Mother of pearl on the inside Yeah all VVS stones Yeah, Patek (uh uh) Yeah, Patek (uh uh) Yeah, Patek (uh uh) Yeah, Patek Uh, pow I want Patek Phillipe Don't walk across the street My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh) The .30 is hot, it's heat Baby let bygones be bygones If I pay her my body no Iza I was moving thеm bricks through the pipeline And your bitch swеar to God I'm her lifeline And I like how you try but you not me Off the lean think I need me an I.V Uh, aye I cannot settle for less Letras de cancionesVV on the bezzle, Patek I can tell time because of the shine It blinds it's not like the rest You niggas comedic like Epps I ball like I'm playing for prep They hate in disguise was for your demise That's why I just stay to myself If a nigga want pressure what's happening I keep me a rifle, compact It's gon' instantly make an impact If you planning on making attacks If it ain't about money or bread or cheese Than I ain't got time to react I stay on my grind I can't close my eyes I feel like an insomniac They cannot compare to the man in the mirror I'm speaking the truth it's facts (speaking the truth it's facts) Fah! I want Patek Phillipe Don't walk across the street My niggas they crawl, they creep (uh) The .30 is hot, it's heat Baby let bygones be bygones If I pay her my body no Iza I was moving them bricks through the pipeline And your bitch swear to God I'm her lifeline And I like how you try but you not me Off the lean think I need me an I.V From Letras Mania