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[Intro: Bobby Trill]
New bitch every week
Baby you a freak
Girl tell me what ya need
Grams of DMT, crystal mescaline
I could be your fantasy
[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
New bitch every week, but baby you a freak
Come on girl now tell me what you need
Angel dust or ketamine, popping pills for lucid dreams?
Shawty I could be your fantasy
[Verse 1: Bobby Trill]
I could be your nigga
You could be my queen
Counting all of these figures
Spitting crack for the fiends you know I do this shit for my team
Do this shit for my city
Rollin’ off of this zan
Snorting rails off your titties
I'm a rap game, heavyweight
Drop the top and make a great escape
Stunnin' hard with these ray bans
Hit the strip club toss 8 bands
Came through they like “Oh damn”
Bobby why are you so clean?
I’m too fresh and we iced out
My girl gully she poppin' E cause
[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
New bitch every week but baby you a freak
Come on girl now tell me what you need
Angel dust or ketamine, popping pills for lucid dreams?
Shawty I could be your fantasy
[Verse 2: Bobby Trill]
Bad bitch, Eva Braun
She too flame, Charmeleon
Such a renegade, outlaw
Posh bitch with Louis Vuitton
But come kneel before your sensei
While that bass bangs
White girls in my living room and they choppin lines of that Mary Kate
Still leanin’ off of this codeine
Two reflections on the lake, I’m blastin’ off into outer space, my mind bent but my dick is straight I'm
Blowin’ kush, every day
Every day we turnt up, turnt up like it’s Friday
[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
New bitch every week but baby you a freak
Come on girl now tell me what you need
Angel dust or ketamine, popping pills for lucid dreams?
Shawty I could be your fantasy
[Verse 3: Bobby Trill]
Lonely clique, sad thugs
Yellow diamonds no glass cut
Emotional Kadabra
Eatin’ foie gras, Scrooge McDuck
I hit the club straight flexin
Kush strong so we gassed up these groupie hoes takin’ off they clothes got ‘em face down with that ass up but...
Pastor, please forgive me for my sins
Addicted to this alcohol, cup of gin, to the chin so...
Intoxicated, high and I’m motherfuckin’ stupid faded
Stayin' elevated
Straight medicated
[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
New bitch every week but baby you a freak
Come on girl now tell me what you need
Angel dust or ketamine, popping pills for lucid dreams?
Shawty I could be your fantasy

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