
PATRICK BATEMAN Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Ay, huh, yuh
Ay, huh, yuh
Let's go
Let's go
Ay, ay, ay, yuh
Haha, we boutta fuck this shit up, let's go
Ay
Real quick, let me give y'all the rundown
Every day, been on that grind 'till sundown
Thinkin' I'm mad when they run mouth
Used to be true, I could give two fucks now
Ex girl's best friend used to hate
Truth is, me and that fake bitch fuck now
When this shit drop, they gon' try to dick ride
Too late, you are all out of luck now
Cause dawg, I been killin' this shit
Like Patrick Bateman
Don't put anyone 'fore myself
I don't got time for a fake friend
She don't wanna give me face
I'm like okay, get out of my face then
Deep down, they be feelin' this shit
So they all like
Damn, we have to hate him
She addicted to what my dick did
Got her feinin', like a vape pen
That's how it goes
Said she caught feelings, I got to go
And after I blow up
They all gon' look back on these days, like
That shit was not a joke
Like, what you gon' do
When secretly you know I'm the fuckin' dude
Ay, yuh
Call me Patrick Bateman, way I'm killin' this shit
They got somethin' to say on a daily basis
But you know I'm still in this bitch
Got your girl hooked
I reel her heart in like a fish
I'm like the flash robbin' a gas station
Imma be stealin' her quick
Damn, this shit clean
When you look like this, can't really go out
You can't be seen
Without makin' a scene
When I sound like this
I can even give women who are livin' in the desert wet dreams
I don't care what you think you know about me
Too busy in the stu, just blowin' off steam, ay
You do not come close to this
Just sit down, bitch, know your place
It's no debate
I'm the hottest motherfucker known to date
From this whole generation
This game, I was born to play
Every girl I see want to fornicate
She beg me to stay, so I told her
I had to return some video tapes, like, ay
Cause dawg, I been killin' this shit
Like Patrick Bateman
Don't put anyone 'fore myself
I don't got time for a fake friend
She don't wanna give me face
I'm like okay, get out of my face then
Deep down, they be feelin' this shit
So they all like
Damn, we have to hate him
She addicted to what my dick did
Got her feinin', like a vape pen
That's how it goes
Said she caught feelings, I got to go
And after I blow up
They all gon' look back on these days, like
That shit was not a joke
Like, what you gon' do
When secretly you know I'm the fuckin' dude
Ay, yuh
I'm beginning to find myself
Now I'm really living, in pussy I'm swimming
Like my name was Michael Phelps, ha
Last thing they want to do is see me winning
But I know what might just help
Stop trying to hide and deny what you've always felt
Knowin' Low Mileage is destined for wealth
Ay, huh, all these irrelevant bitches are angry
Listen to all of them whine
I probably got more talent than all of them combined
One day these labels gon' be like
Some kids with permission slips
They just gon' want me to sign
Like I'm at a high school dance
Imma stay on my grind
It's only a matter of time
Real quick, let me give y'all the rundown
Every day, been on that grind 'till sundown
Thinkin' I'm mad when they run mouth
Used to be true, I could give two fucks now
Ex girl's best friend used to hate
Truth is, me and that fake bitch fuck now
When this shit drop, they gon' try to dick ride
Too late, you are all out of luck now