| Time | Text |
|---|---|
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Buttoned Up
00:02:36
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| Right, people keep sending me messages making fun of me because I wear my shirts open. | |
| Button up your shirt, Tate. | |
| The fuck I button my shirt up for? | |
| Let me explain something to you. | |
| I wake up in the morning, and I check the bank, and I'm rich. | |
| I stand up, move a couple bitches out the way, and I walk to the bathroom. | |
| I look in the mirror. | |
| I'm built like motherfucking Hercules. | |
| One second. | |
| Take speeches. | |
| Quiet. | |
| Again. | |
| Ready? | |
| People keep messaging me with some jive. | |
| Tate, why are you always wearing your shirt open? | |
| It's like I'm broadcasting to the world. | |
| I'm the motherfucking man. | |
| I show you my chest. | |
| You want to take a shot, I'm right here. | |
| That's what it's about. | |
| I put my chest out. | |
| You want to shoot me, shoot me. | |
| You have to understand something. | |
| Imagine this. | |
| You wake up in the morning and you're Tate. | |
| I know it's hard for you, but let's try and do it bit by bit. | |
| You wake up. | |
| Open your eyes. | |
| There's a bitch here, a bitch here. | |
| Move them hoes out of the way. | |
| You walk to the bathroom. | |
| You're six foot three. | |
| Built like Hercules. | |
| Caramel! | |
| You check the bank. | |
| Full of money. | |
| You go outside. | |
| Walk out into your house. | |
| Couple more bitches cleaning up. | |
| Obviously. | |
| Out to the pool. | |
| One of eleven cars to drive. | |
| You pick up a six thousand dollar Armani shirt. | |
| And you put it on. | |
| Why the fuck you gonna button it up? | |
| What, you as a little bitch? | |
| You're my Andrew motherfucking Tate. | |
| You ain't got button-up shit. | |
| I'll walk into the fucking most premier establishment you can name with my shirt unbuttoned so every bitch in there knows I cheat. | |
| This is my cheat. | |
| Listen, my girls say to me all the time, you leave your top undone, you look like a cheater. | |
| Because I am a motherfucking cheater. | |
| I'm a cheater and I'm a liar. | |
| And I will fuck every bitch in this fucking place. | |
| All y'all. | |
| I'll get fucked. | |
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Show Your Flabby Chest
00:00:40
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|
| So I'll leave the top undone. | |
| It's like a warning. | |
| You know those little frogs that are like toxic colors? | |
| That's me. | |
| That's what I do. | |
| I just walk in. | |
| You just know I'm bad news. | |
| The guys know I'm bad news. | |
| You don't want to fight this guy. | |
| The bitches know I'm bad news. | |
| Everyone knows I'm just bad news. | |
| When you put a shirt on, Do your little buttons up. | |
| Because you don't want anyone to look at you. | |
| Don't want to show your fucking little shitty ass flabby chest. | |
| I'm a G. So do not email me again asking why my shirt's undone. | |
| I do what I do because I can do it. | |
| And if you could do what I do, you would do it. | |
| But you can't. | |