Patrick Ewing Lyrics

Come on, come on

Come on, come on (yeah, woah)

Ooh, woah

Mmmmm

Lately, been feeling the music

Got less room for self-improvement

Baby let's do it, for my amusement

Me and you, what is we doing

Teabag a bitch like Patrick Ewing

They don't know what Jay be brewing

Shot my pump, pellets be spewing

Line em up, bayonette get to skewing

Bitches in my head, make me feel brain dead

Girl I'm making cheddar, say when

Running up a check, I've been making payments

She wanna get in my pants, yuh say less

She wanna leave me, like autumn (yeah)

Brand new Nikes, I just bought em (uh-huh)

Then I copped Balenciaga (yeah)

This is the start of my saga

Like Star Wars

That bitch tryna start war

She slam the fuck out my car door

Shape over size, cause tits can come in bizarre forms

Bust on her face and her areola

Fuck a rich bitch from Loyola

My diamonds sick like Ebola

Making bread like a toaster

Making blue cheese like gorgonzola

Puertoriqueñas me vio y diceme hola

I bent them over

Shoot his eyes, he got Glockoma (what)

Leave no witnesses yeah like Jehovah's

Lately, been feeling the music

Got less room for self-improvement

Baby let's do it, for my amusement

Me and you, what is we doing

Teabag a bitch like Patrick Ewing

They don't know what Jay be brewing

Shot my pump, pellets be spewing

Line em up, bayonette get to skewing

Lately, been feeling the music

Got less room for self-improvement

Baby let's do it, for my amusement

Me and you, what is we doing

Teabag a bitch like Patrick Ewing

They don't know what Jay be brewing

Shot my pump, pellets be spewing

Line em up, bayonette get to skewing

Yeah, woah