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Lyrics Borgore

Written by: Asaf Borger

Produced by: Borgore

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Borgore is my sugar daddy

I love to wear Fendi when I'm riding Bentley
I love to wear Prada when I ride your mother
I got so much money, don't know how to spend it
Might just buy your b*tch and later I'll just rent it
Yes I love investments, b*tches think that I'm investment
B*tches want a monthly paycheck so they trying to get pregnant
People want free bottles so they coming to my table
Say they know me or someone on my label
She heard that I'm a DJ, she asked me to f*ck her
Really nice tits, I asked her who's her doctor
'Cause this other girl I f*cked was insecure during a threesome
Baby you are beautiful, just suck me till my dick's numb
F*ck, I feel dumb, just checked her on Instagram
Thought she had no boyfriend but I know her boyfriend
He's a good kid, b*tches have no morals
B*tch will dip in cum just for couple dollars

People are fake, b*tches love fame
They wanna be your friend just to mention your name
Yes I love this place but I hate this city
Everything is perfect, nothing's really pretty
[x2]

I got your b*tch tiptoeing on my yacht deck
You think she loves you but she f*cks me behind your back
Just being smart, gotta take care of her babies
I'll be blowing hundreds while you sweat for them twenties
I promised that I'll call her, now she wants apology
But so is all the people who'd been tricked by Scientology
You want apology? Here goes my apology!
I'm sorry I don't give a f*ck but you're still in love with me
It's probably my Louis V or my cool apartment
I don't have a license, got Mercedes cause I want it
Sex full of cake, b*tches wanna try it
Making models swallow just to f*ck their cocaine diet
Just f*ck with their dreams, b*tch you're not an artist
Sleeping with directors doesn't make you an actress
Sleeping with producers doesn't make you a singer
Sleeping with big dreams, waking up a stripper

People are fake, b*tches love fame
They wanna be your friend just to mention your name
Yes I love this place but I hate this city
Everything is perfect, nothing's really pretty
[x2]

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