Yo yo, are we hittin' the town tonight?
Yes, let's hurry up
When we goin', when we mobbin'?
Uh, 5 minutes
5 minutes? You got the uber you got the uber?
I got cash
Esketit, esketit
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
She hit me, she say she miss me, I don't believe it
She pretty, but hella bitchy, so I don't need it
Told the bitch one time that if this how it's gon' be
It's the last that you'll see of a balla like me
Yeah you know this you know this
At least I hope this I hope this
Yeah you gotta understand I'm The f*ckin' PatekMan
Yeah I drip so much that I need an oil pan so
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Mr f*ckin' Feel Good comin' to your local hood
I don't even give a shit I'm smokin' on a Backwood
F*ck Colton Swalley his girlfriend always calling
I just went to Magic City yeah I'm high on molly
I got the drank I got the dope
My dick in her mouth she givin' me dome
Rollin' up weed snortin' the coke
Ballin' out hard my dick in her throat
Roll that weed
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told that bitch kick rocks told that bitch give me dome
If she don't wanna suck it she can hit the f*ckin' road
Best twat I ever had and it's still cummin'
I feel it on my hand and it's still runnin'
Ooh make that pussy drip
It's The Stun Gun yeah bitch I'm soaked in f*ckin' drip
Ooh drippin' in that swag
It's The Stun Gun yeah I'm sellin' hella f*ckin' bags
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told this bitch that it's the Patek Talk
F*ck with me it'll be your last walk
'Cause I said ballin' out we goin' hard
Bitch f*ck off 'cause you know we in the Rar
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Yeah this for all you stuck up bitches out there
Openin' your legs thinkin' you can do what you want
Bitch suck a dick
And make sure you keep them legs closed, shit
Shouts out to my boy C Mayne for making this track
Trippy, you know what it is
Ayy, Mr Feel Good, you know you brought the vibes on this one
Ayy, and don't forget about my boy ThePatekMan
He put that John on one
Superlative Ice - Patek Talk (feat. Stun Gun & Mr. Feel Good) Lyrics
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Yo yo, are we hittin' the town tonight?
Yes, let's hurry up
When we goin', when we mobbin'?
Uh, 5 minutes
5 minutes? You got the uber you got the uber?
I got cash
Esketit, esketit
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
She hit me, she say she miss me, I don't believe it
She pretty, but hella bitchy, so I don't need it
Told the bitch one time that if this how it's gon' be
It's the last that you'll see of a balla like me
Yeah you know this you know this
At least I hope this I hope this
Yeah you gotta understand I'm The f*ckin' PatekMan
Yeah I drip so much that I need an oil pan so
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Mr f*ckin' Feel Good comin' to your local hood
I don't even give a shit I'm smokin' on a Backwood
F*ck Colton Swalley his girlfriend always calling
I just went to Magic City yeah I'm high on molly
I got the drank I got the dope
My dick in her mouth she givin' me dome
Rollin' up weed snortin' the coke
Ballin' out hard my dick in her throat
Roll that weed
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told that bitch kick rocks told that bitch give me dome
If she don't wanna suck it she can hit the f*ckin' road
Best twat I ever had and it's still cummin'
I feel it on my hand and it's still runnin'
Ooh make that pussy drip
It's The Stun Gun yeah bitch I'm soaked in f*ckin' drip
Ooh drippin' in that swag
It's The Stun Gun yeah I'm sellin' hella f*ckin' bags
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told this bitch that it's the Patek Talk
F*ck with me it'll be your last walk
'Cause I said ballin' out we goin' hard
Bitch f*ck off 'cause you know we in the Rar
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Yeah this for all you stuck up bitches out there
Openin' your legs thinkin' you can do what you want
Bitch suck a dick
And make sure you keep them legs closed, shit
Shouts out to my boy C Mayne for making this track
Trippy, you know what it is
Ayy, Mr Feel Good, you know you brought the vibes on this one
Ayy, and don't forget about my boy ThePatekMan
He put that John on one
Yes, let's hurry up
When we goin', when we mobbin'?
Uh, 5 minutes
5 minutes? You got the uber you got the uber?
I got cash
Esketit, esketit
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
She hit me, she say she miss me, I don't believe it
She pretty, but hella bitchy, so I don't need it
Told the bitch one time that if this how it's gon' be
It's the last that you'll see of a balla like me
Yeah you know this you know this
At least I hope this I hope this
Yeah you gotta understand I'm The f*ckin' PatekMan
Yeah I drip so much that I need an oil pan so
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Mr f*ckin' Feel Good comin' to your local hood
I don't even give a shit I'm smokin' on a Backwood
F*ck Colton Swalley his girlfriend always calling
I just went to Magic City yeah I'm high on molly
I got the drank I got the dope
My dick in her mouth she givin' me dome
Rollin' up weed snortin' the coke
Ballin' out hard my dick in her throat
Roll that weed
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told that bitch kick rocks told that bitch give me dome
If she don't wanna suck it she can hit the f*ckin' road
Best twat I ever had and it's still cummin'
I feel it on my hand and it's still runnin'
Ooh make that pussy drip
It's The Stun Gun yeah bitch I'm soaked in f*ckin' drip
Ooh drippin' in that swag
It's The Stun Gun yeah I'm sellin' hella f*ckin' bags
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Told this bitch that it's the Patek Talk
F*ck with me it'll be your last walk
'Cause I said ballin' out we goin' hard
Bitch f*ck off 'cause you know we in the Rar
Why can't you just text me and come over
I don't see why we can't hang out sober
I just want some closure
If this is how you feel then this shit is f*ckin' over
Yeah this for all you stuck up bitches out there
Openin' your legs thinkin' you can do what you want
Bitch suck a dick
And make sure you keep them legs closed, shit
Shouts out to my boy C Mayne for making this track
Trippy, you know what it is
Ayy, Mr Feel Good, you know you brought the vibes on this one
Ayy, and don't forget about my boy ThePatekMan
He put that John on one
Writer: Cole Blender, Luis Rodriguez, Mason Meier
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid