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supreme patty - i want everything lyrics

[chorus: supreme patty]
i would always dream of finer things (finer things)
iced out patek chain, it’s a cuban link (cuban link)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
i would always dream of finer things (finer things)
iced out patek chain, it’s a cuban link (cuban link)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)

[verse 1: ynw melly]
i just wanna go and cop a cuban (i went and copped a cuban)
swimmin’ in the money, what you doin’? (lil’ melly, what you doin’?)
p+ssy so wet, i’m canoein’ (okay, yeah, i’m conaein’)
threesome with your b+tch, it’s only two of there (okay, it’s only two, ayy)
i want everything (yeah)
watches and diamond rings (i want everything)
bad b+tch want my everything (yeah)
i gave her the finer things (yeah, yeah)
i gave you everything (yeah, yeah)
but just now a wedding ring (woah, woah)
’cause i am not ready (no)
i am not ready, ayy
chop up the dope with a silver machete, uh (chop it)
thick yellow b+tch and her first name alexis (side b+tch)
i was wipe, wipe, wipe it up like miyagi
b+tch eat the d+ck like some brown teriyaki
[chorus: supreme patty]
i would always dream of finer things (finer things)
iced out patek chain, it’s a cuban link (cuban link)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
i would always dream of finer things (finer things)
iced out patek chain, it’s a cuban link (cuban link)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)
f+ck the tag, spend a bag, i want everything (i want everything)

[verse 2: supreme patty]
packin’ the m’s, oh
not enough friends, oh
so many things, so many things i gotta handle
runnin’ up bags, runnin’ up bags, gucci the bag, oh
catchin’ a plane, catchin’ a plane to the big apple
woah, got a bag, ran it up, bought a ring
gucci on, gucci on everything
animal, animal, i don’t play
run ’em off, that’s a foul on the play
never givin’ more than i can handle
stackin’ up my paper in orlando
saw a shooting star, i made a wish
wave of diamonds flooded on my wrist

- supreme patty lyrics

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