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white lotus - fight club lyrics

white but i’m dressed in all black guess i’m racist
i’m gone off that gas b-tch i’m driving i’m faded i’m flexin
i ain’t ever worried no stressin
all of this a talent ain’t a blessing
i got no time for ugly b-tches stay up out my vision
if you touch my whip i guess i’m goin to prison
i feel like i’m gordon ramsey in the kitchen
she just heard my music now your mrs. missin
sippin and smokin i’m faded
my d-ck for her p-ssy we traded
these condoms overrated
got too much cheese now my wallet constipated
living life my echelon feel elevated d-mn
coughing like a minor
ain’t n0body finer
i do not f-ck with designer
all of these b-tches i f-ck made in china

when she pop that p-ssy it’s in 3-d
imma need 3 b-tches like there’s 3 of me
turnt up to 11
i go dumb i’m stupid
send a thot to heaven
b-tches think i’m cupid

never been a father but i’ll be your daddy
i can f-ck up a club i don’t need a caddy
first i shot that kraken then i smoke a fatty
if she got the goods then she might be a baddy
boutta paint a b-tch face like a carnival
you in the closet like you live in narnia
sweep a b-tch off of her feet like wingardium levio-
suck on my d-ck it’s a party ok like
i ain’t f-ckin rich but i still pull up with that stick (bang)
young brad pitt and edward norton how we team your b-tch

- white lotus lyrics

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