Arnold Palmer lyrics

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I can't even fold this sh*t, 'cause, n*gga, I ain't no lawn chair
She gon' tell me about her life, I just hit her with, "Who cares?"
Now we some playground bullies, we the type of n*ggas that don't share
Now we pull up in Dolce, what the f*ck is they gon' say?
Like when I'm on the court, hit a pump fake
Laugh track, these n*ggas so fake
He aimed his blick, mistake
Grim Reaper, his life I take
You know I ain't new to this sh*t
They know me before I'm out the whip
Got a lil' white b*tch on my hip
In thе cup with some Kratom I sip, you know?
I really feel like thе GOAT for sure
I might consume all your weed
Y'all n*ggas can't even read
Your b*tch blowing me like my di*k got a reed
I stay with some cutters, some real cutlery
She gobble my meat, she say, "Bon appétit,"
Just 'cause you let me up in your b*tch, don't mean you get a feat, n*gga
I was down bad, had to get a new bag, that's how I make sense
Lost my ho, gotta go get a new b*tch, just to replace her
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout G19, but I rock with a laser
I'ma turn the dial up to phaser
See me servin' 'round, took a waiter
And I cannot fold through hot or cold, 'cause n*gga, I ain't no b*tch
If he talk sh*t I pull this switch
'Cause b*tch, I ball like a Maverick
I'm way too ahead like Morty, Rick
He still struggling to pay the lease
She gave me top and ain't gon' stop
Guillotine, that girl deceased
Hold on, I might just go get my roll on
[?] in the back, was so gone
I'm so high, I'm with Neil Armstrong
[?] on his face like a Cling-on
She love me that b*tch wanna cling on
She getting between me and the green, that little b*tch is a crouton
And now I'm moving diabolical
Her mans wanna fight me, threw a left hook, felt like pulling a follicle (Ow)
Them n*ggas sweet, iced tea, f*ckin' Hi-C
Arnold Palmer ass n*gga (b*tch)
He don't know that I'm a grave digger (b*tch)
Lay the pipe on his main b*tch, then she whispered that my di*k bigger (Damn)
And now I'm moving diabolical (Damn)
Her mans wanna fight me, threw a left hook, felt like pulling a follicle (Ow)
Them n*ggas sweet, iced tea, f*ckin' Hi-C
Arnold Palmer ass n*gga (b*tch)
He don't know that I'm a grave digger (b*tch)
Lay the pipe on his main b*tch, then she whispered that my di*k bigger (Damn)