I Write Hymns Not Travesties

It's the smooth sounds of Diamond Pistols
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Hit the boof blunt feelin' Panic at the Disco
Neck, wrist diamonds but I never smoked crystal
Margiela, Maison Gravy posted in the middle
Whole lot of fine shits in both of my peripherals
One, two, three, Forbes' 30 under 30
Three hundred women, dive up in it like I'm Xerxes
Sailin' through the streets with the drip, give 'em scurvy
End it on a high note, feel like Brendon Urie

(I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of")
Gettin' your goddamn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead
(I chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of")
Gettin' ya goddamn hoes up
I'll put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain

Butter up the booty had to spray it with the Crisco
Crème Brûlée skin, but the coochie on flamingo
Kitty talkin' to me call me Dr. Doolittle
Before she get the dick she gon' have to solve a riddle
Coochie waterfall, TLC, hit it gentle
Shit was so bussin' that I busted accidental
That was yo' bitch? Must be coincidental
Lemme talk to 'em, baby, flip the instrumental
I only write hymns I don't write no travesties
Every time I step out, catch a few casualties
I've been known to pull, baby, it's Yung Gravity
I only get addressed by your wife as Your Majesty
My hoes handpicked with poise and rationality
Swiss, Persian, Thai, Cuban, plenty nationalities
Ridin' drop top with a Miss Congeniality
Got six VOGUE models in my booth at the Applebee's

(I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of")
Gettin' your goddamn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead
(I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of)
Gettin' ya goddamn hoes up
I'll put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain
(I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of")
Gettin' your goddamn dough up
Go and get some bread
Stack that change 'til the day I'm dead
(I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of)
Gettin' ya goddamn hoes up
I'll put you on game
Make that bag then you make it rain
(Again)

Gravy train