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Omakase - ian

Omakase

ian

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Lyric

(Haha, what the f-)

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

(Haha, what the f-)

Huh, huh, huh, huh

(Haha, what the f-, haha, what the f-)

Huh, huh, huh, huh

I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)

'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)

I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)

You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)

I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)

Been runnin' that mouth for days

And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)

So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ah, ah)

I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)

I'm Savage, the Macho Man

Just watch your head before I jump off them ropes

As soon as I buy you that bag

Go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'

T-T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank

I don't even know where it's from

Th-this ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down

I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day

Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg

My body wide, so I can't fit this Number (N)ine tee, goddamn (nope, nope)

I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass

I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)

'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)

I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)

You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)

I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)

Been runnin' that mouth for days

And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)

So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ha, ah)

I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)

So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire

I didn't ask for your two cents, keep that shit inside your pocket

Left watch presidential, look like I'm gon' run for office

I bought it, I didn't rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive)

This a tussle, me against the Fronto (against the-, huh, huh)

Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (I hit him with the-, huh)

Just built this Range, I still legged it

All the options (legged it, legged it, legged it)

I take her brain, then I take her, omakase (on my own)

- It's already the end -