I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
24/7, 365, pussys stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit' it Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, huh? Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off (Inaudible) Wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty bitches in the baller-player's matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
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Postat av: Linda
Tack :D
Accent tror jag det var!
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