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Post Malone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Patient Lyrics - Post Malone

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

I know my wrist be dancin' crazy 

Been on some fly shit lately 

Used to be so damn patient 

But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" 

Can't let these motherfuckers phase me 

Never let that money change me 

Ain't the way my momma raised me 

Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? 

 

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Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds 

They wanna run up but they won't ever find me 

Sleep right next to the F&N 

Motherfuck the government 

Sit down and I'm plottin' 

One hundred bands on my body 

Fuck with them boys, catch a body 

Lil' momma just want my pocket 

'Rari take off like a rocket 

Hol' up, you too close 

I don't know, I don't know ya' 

Had to run it, run it up 

How I roll, how I roll, yeah 

It's like after you pop off 

They all act like they know ya' 

And Young Post be like Pablo 

And they all love to blow ya', yeah 

 

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I know my wrist be dancin' crazy 

Been on some fly shit lately 

Used to be so damn patient 

But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" 

Can't let these motherfuckers phase me 

Never let that money change me 

Ain't the way my momma raised me 

Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? 

 

Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway 

You may contain me but you won't ever stop me 

On the way to my residence 

Try message your boo again 

She pullin' up prolly 

Yeah, sturdy inside of that Bentley 

Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly 

Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man 

They tryna get dividends 

This shit is a problem 

Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me 

DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me 

I know them people but they don't represent me 

Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay 

They will never stop the plan 

Eighty jumpin' off my hand 

Rollie, rollie, rollie 

Bust it open, holy moly 

 

I know my wrist be dancin' crazy 

Been on some fly shit lately 

Used to be so damn patient 

But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" 

Can't let these motherfuckers phase me 

Never let that money change me 

Ain't the way my momma raised me 

Don't mean to brag but can you blame me? 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

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