w33n - oneairpod
[intro]
emiiiiil! (producer tag)
[verse 1: gunilla333]
call me rod wave the way i be surfin’
you know i’m blue the way i be smurfin’
i hate my b_tch, she ain’t gettin’ no birkin
i got me a plug, he talkin’ in persian
i’m hitting the gym, i’m getting that work in
one girl not enough, i need me a pack
she punched me first, you know i hit back
emil my pal, i swear he’s black
[verse 2: superwiwen]
no the f_ck i’m not
got three legs, b’tch i’m a tripod
i pull my pants down, got an applaud
i was jus’ jokin’, i got a small rod
nonchalant ninja, i got one airpod
she built different, she got a dadbod
f_ck you b_tch, you a discordmod
[verse 3: gunilla333]
quack
like a duck, i’m chasin’ bread
we don’t do it in the bed, b_tch we do it in the park
hit it from the back and she bark
voff voff voff
here’s a british montage
[verse 3: gunilla333, superwiwen]
perchance you thought my wealth was slight?
pray, observe my manor’s might
gilded carriage, the horses prance
lavish estates in the south of france
tailored suits with a regal thread
feasting where only the finest are fed
marble pillars, chandeliers grand
a legacy built by the finest hand
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