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lil darius - penthouse lyrics

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[intro]
(6lement)
yeah, i’m living
yeah, i’m living
yeah, i’m living
yeah, i’m living

[chorus]
penthouse at the top floor with some bad b+tches from chicago (oh)
flyin’ out of france, dropping all the bands, met a plug out in cabo (oh)
fifty pointer boogers in the chain, swear the cuban link got a snot nose (oh)
know we set the trends, spin the block again, louis down feel like abloh (oh)
she want her a birkin, balenci that fendi, the prada that gucci, that brand new celine
lil’ ma’ get the slurpin’, she drinking my vitamin water, she said she want vitamin d (vitamin d)
she gon’ make it disappеar, david blaine (oh)
ten homicides on thе tennis chain (chain)
blew a fifty ball, charge it to the game (ooh)
married to the streets, ten carat ring (ring)
[verse]
throw my taxes up in magic, that’s a business expense (oh+oh+oh)
she addicted to my mattress, she gon’ tell her friend (ooh+ooh)
i got bl++dy mary guts in the coupe, i’m in
made a highlight with yo’ b+tch, sportscenter, top 10
flooded out my cross, had to cleanse my sins
got a cup full of mud, this is not no gin
they don’t wanna see me win, straight out apartments, had to go factory plain (plain)
there i go again, swapping out a benz, i copped a bentley mulsanne (mulsanne)
copped a car, all cash, no lease (uh+uh)
spent a mall on one of my pieces (uh+uh)
crossed your partner for a play, that’s treason (that’s treason)
up the score, opps never get even

[chorus]
penthouse at the top floor with some bad b+tches from chicago
flyin’ out of france, dropping all the bands, met a plug out in cabo
fifty pointer boogers in the chain, swear the cuban link got a snot nose
know we set the trends, spin the block again, louis down feel like abloh
she want her a birkin, balenci that fendi, the prada that gucci, that brand new celine
lil’ ma’ get the slurpin’, she drinking my vitamin water, she said she want vitamin d
she gon’ make it disappear, david blaine
ten homicides on the tennis chain
blew a fifty ball, charge it to the game
married to the streets, ten carat ring



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