Bugatti

Don't stop father Don't stop Father father father

What you twerk wit Shoutout to The Infernos Strawberries Luke what it do Let's go I love my big dick Motherfucking my life A Godfather picture Local club in my city I fell in love with a stripper No no no I'm not not Not talk talking photo Bugatti I'm the life of the party Let's get these peeps on the Molly

MollySo drop that, drop that, drop that, drop that I got what you want Drop that, drop that, drop that, drop that Feel me, feel me, it's blow me the feel me Balling, balling like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's fifty, one hundred, I see no limits Shout out to Uncle Luke, shout out my patna Two We the 2 Live Crew, two for me, two for you Feed them carats like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish Don't stop, drop that, don't stop, drop that, drop that, drop that Don't stop, drop that, don't stop, drop that, drop that, drop that Don't stop, drop that, don't stop, drop that, drop that, drop that Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance All these chicks poppin', poppin', I'm just poppin' bands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance All these chicks poppin', poppin', I'm just poppin' bands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands Short hair like Nia Long Loose one, she don't need a loan She start twerkin' when she hear a song Stripper pole her income We get trippy and then some So nasty when she rollin' She put that ass off in my hands, I remote control it She give me dome when the roof gone At the K-O-D she leave with me She got friends, bring three I got drink, I got drank Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint You say no to ratchet, Juicy J can't Racks everywhere, they showin' racks, I'm throwin' racks In the V-I-P, rubber on, I'm stretchin' that Rich niggas tippin', broke niggas lookin' And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showin', showin', showin' Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance All these chicks poppin', poppin', I'm just poppin' bands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance All these chicks poppin', poppin', I'm just poppin' bands Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands

Pop that pussy for a real nigga Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spielberg nigga Smokin' on Kesha, cold, give me chills nigga What's your real name and not your stripper name? I make it rain on you like a window pane Bands a make her dance, Tunechi make her dance Hit it from the side like a bass drum Two hoes on one fuck pole Two hoes on my fuck pole I don't tip, I pay bills, niggas call me Buffalo Her stomach in, her ass out I'm flyer than the ones they pass out If money grow on trees, I branched out I'm just waitin' for my bitch to cash out

We from different races.

You get money, they started hatin' (Turn up).

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah).

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah).

Futuristic sound design, plenty of atmosphere and a real sense of scale.

And to close the episode, Pytheas gets his hands on Bugatti by Modestep and H808, already out on Create Music Group.

For the first half, Pytheas pulls the original straight into his world.

Hard drums, metallic bass and that big Neurofunk energy you would expect from him.

so.

Woke up in a Bugatti, dude.

Yeah,

yeah, yeah.