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Superlative Ice - I Feel Like the Patek Man Lyrics



Superlative Ice - I Feel Like the Patek Man Lyrics




Hey yo, yo Trippy Mayne
I see you over there smokin' that Blue Dream
How 'bout this time you pass it to your motherf*cking boy
'Cause we about to get higher than a motherf*cker in this john
(Pop a molly let's get trippy)
Let's get it

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker

Baker a baker turns out you're a faker (Bitch I got the bread)
Cross you up so hard that you thought I played for the Lakers (Swish)
Just like Kyle Kuzma (Kuz)
Got your girlfriend blowing my dick just like a tuba
Dive in that pussy just like scuba (I'm diving)
'Bout to blow up like I got shot by a bazooka (Blackow)
I'm finna nuke ya
She smokes my dick like hookah
All these chains got you thinking that I was from Cuba

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker

I feel like ThePatekMan I just jizzed in your main hoe (Yeah)
Just copped the party pack from the plug in Mexico (Yeah) (Luis)
Your girl addicted to my sack her tongue licking my testicles
She said she ain't going back to your little two inch chode
I feel like ThePatekMan 'cause I've been gettin' rich (Yeah)
I feel like ThePatekMan so I might f*ck your bitch (Yeah)
You can have her back but just remember the facts
That Mr f*cking Feel Good hit it from the back
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a lame, it's a shame
Your girlfriend gave me brain
I'm Trippy Mayne, you know the name
So much jizz it look like rain yeah

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
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Hey yo, yo Trippy Mayne
I see you over there smokin' that Blue Dream
How 'bout this time you pass it to your motherf*cking boy
'Cause we about to get higher than a motherf*cker in this john
(Pop a molly let's get trippy)
Let's get it

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker

Baker a baker turns out you're a faker (Bitch I got the bread)
Cross you up so hard that you thought I played for the Lakers (Swish)
Just like Kyle Kuzma (Kuz)
Got your girlfriend blowing my dick just like a tuba
Dive in that pussy just like scuba (I'm diving)
'Bout to blow up like I got shot by a bazooka (Blackow)
I'm finna nuke ya
She smokes my dick like hookah
All these chains got you thinking that I was from Cuba

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker

I feel like ThePatekMan I just jizzed in your main hoe (Yeah)
Just copped the party pack from the plug in Mexico (Yeah) (Luis)
Your girl addicted to my sack her tongue licking my testicles
She said she ain't going back to your little two inch chode
I feel like ThePatekMan 'cause I've been gettin' rich (Yeah)
I feel like ThePatekMan so I might f*ck your bitch (Yeah)
You can have her back but just remember the facts
That Mr f*cking Feel Good hit it from the back
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a lame, it's a shame
Your girlfriend gave me brain
I'm Trippy Mayne, you know the name
So much jizz it look like rain yeah

I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
I feel like ThePatekMan because I'm getting paper (Yeah)
Your girl says she likes my style yeah she likes my flavor (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with me her dad wants me to date her
Yeah so much bread that you thought I was a baker
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Writer: Cameron Mayne, Cole Blender, Mason Meier
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