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patrick star & squidward tentacles - oprah’s bank account lyrics

[intro]
(earlonthebeat)

[chorus: patrick star]
i ain’t mad at ’em, baby
if i seen’t you out, me too would be up on you crazy
diamond in the rough, you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
f+ck you in your mama house
overseas, i fly you out
is it trickin’ if she really love me? let’s just find it out
baby, what’s up with your mouth?
city girl straight from the south

[verse 1: sheldon plankton]
back home on a presi’, i’m obama, ayy, i condone the drama, ayy
i tongued down madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? yeah
stayin’ the night, girl, you promised it
i hide in the cave like osama did
i’m blowin’ a bag in the diamond district
you need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
money and me are the same, but i just don’t fold for you, yeah
run me a body, i’ll put a range on the road for you
i don’t know what you were told, but i ain’t mad at you, baby

[chorus: patrick star]
if i seen’t you out, me too would be up on you crazy
diamond in the rough, you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
f+ck you in your mama house
overseas, i fly you out
is it trickin’ if she really love me? let’s just find it out
baby, what’s up with your mouth?
city girl straight from the south
[verse 2: patrick star]
is they mad that you f+ck with me? (is they mad, mad, mad?)
is they mad that you ride around in a bentley? (skrrt)
is they mad that you not with them? (is they mad?)
same hoes hatin’ be in my dm (that’s too sad)
lockin’ it down, lockin’ it down, lockin’ it down, i want you (i want you)
i want them to know you’re my baby boo (my boo)
we still make it lit when ain’t nothin’ to do
every time we step out, n+ggas look at you
(no, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

[chorus: patrick star]
i ain’t mad at ’em, baby
if i seen’t you out, me too would be up on you crazy
diamond in the rough, you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i ain’t mad at ’em, baby

[verse 3: squidward tentacles & patrick star]
my b+tch pull up lookin’ like oprah bank (let’s go)
take a pic with a b+tch and she faint (yeah)
she look like a goddess, but she ain’t no saint
my b+tch ’bout it ’bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
you know ain’t no limit on blue hundreds
my b+tch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
you gon’ make the b+tch think that you love her (f+ck you)
hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
take the lil’ n+gga b+tch, he ain’t do nothin’ (yeah)
now his b+tch goin’ baby on baby (let’s go)
she want me to stay, i ain’t stayin’
and i hope that these n+ggas don’t play, i ain’t playin’ (let’s go)
your b+tch lookin’ good as oprah bank account
i’m the type to take a n+gga ho from him and take her out
keep the b+tt, i’ll take the mouth
(no, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[chorus: patrick star & squidward tentscles]
i ain’t mad at ’em, baby (let’s go)
if i seen’t you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let’s go)
diamond in the rough, you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
f+ck you in your mama house
overseas, i fly you out
is it trickin’ if she really love me? let’s just find it out
baby, what’s up with your mouth?
city girl straight from the south

[outro: patrick star]
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i just wanna take you out
you look as good as oprah’s bank account
i ain’t mad at ’em, baby

- patrick star squidward tentacles lyrics

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