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For your boy |
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I'm watchin Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor |
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I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, ******* |
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Money, money, money, money; money ain't the motive |
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What's your name again? Nobody knows it |
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Don't speak to me *******, you not impo'tant |
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I'm focused (2, 3, 4), bring in the horns |
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They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket, I'm short of a sandwich |
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I'm peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a ******* |
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Please come and get me, said I suck him at your neck |
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Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky |
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Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody ****** wit me |
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I got banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon |
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And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it |
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Ban a kid from a country; I never fall, never timber |
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But you ****** up as a parent; your child idol's a nigger |
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I clearly don't give a *******, so you could run that *******t back |
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And ******* your loud pack, and ******* your Snapchat |
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Cherry Bomb the greatest ****** album since the days of sound |
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And that *******t gon pop just like that ******* that was never 'round |
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Damn, bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust |
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Young T, came quick, hard to beat, ******* is soft |
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We ain't lyin, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves |
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Tyler the Creator sweatin Jesus juice |
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Put that ****** cow on my level, cause I'm raisin the stakes |
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Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 |
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When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great |
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Cause that's the level I'm at, my *******s pass 'em a plate |
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'Ye! |
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Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? |
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Cause Nike gave a lot of *******s checks |
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But I'm the only ******* to ever check Nike |
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Richer than white people with black kids |
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Scarier than black people with ideas |
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Nobody can tell me where I'm headin |
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But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin |
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They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin for me |
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You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me |
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I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em |
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I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin |
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I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds |
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I dreamt of 2Pac; he asked me "Are you still down?" |
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Yeah my *******, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on |
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I know they tell they white daughters "Don't bring home Jerome" |
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I am the free ******* archetype,I am the light and the beacon |
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You can ask the deacon |
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It's funny, when you get extra money |
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Every joke you tell just be extra funny |
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I mean, you can even dress extra bummy |
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******* bathroom break, nose extra runny |
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And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me |
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Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me |
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And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? |
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Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my *******, you suck, hold up |
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I studied the proportions |
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Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed-level |
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Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God |
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He said "I gave you a big *******, so go extra hard" |
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For your boy |
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I'm tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors |
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I'm watchin Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room |
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Damn |
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(2, 3, 4) |
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Hold your ****** horses, *******s really ****** thought that T lost it |
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Like I bet it at a auction, been exhausted |
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I been workin while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips |
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****** losers |
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Hold your ****** ponies, my homie |
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I'll whip your donkey by my lonely |
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I eat ******* like Shoney's (Yeah) |
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It's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies |
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I knock 'em down, domino effect; no pepperoni |
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I swear |
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This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boy$ |
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For the nine-nine and two-thousand |
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But its the two-thou' |
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And the one-four, and the one-five |
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Yo, what up Wayne? |
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(What up Slime, ******* go hard) |
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Yeah, I'mma go hard like before came |
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Got too much drive, need like ten lanes |
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Life is a broad and she give brain |
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That's that road head (yeah) thats a dream car |
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Got a full tank of that same year I was born |
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That's that one-nine-nine-one |
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'nother ******* like I, you won't find one |
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Cuz ******* I'm a god, a divine one |
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Tune |
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My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb (Yeah) |
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Middle finger blind, so its ******* A-N-Y-one |
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*******, skate, and die son; a hundred ways to die son |
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I'm starin at a tramp-on-lean, make my eye jump |
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Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up |
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Stakes are high; well done, and prime cut, eat up |
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I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come |
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She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda |
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Oh my goodness |
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Wayne them ******* ugly |
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These *******s colder than Tommy buddy |
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'Ye we hittin models like Tony Parker be hittin bottles |
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******* I'm goin harder than yellow cabbies stoppin for Lionel |
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(Black ass *******) They be duckin us *******s |
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Shout out to Donald Sterling, boy lets get a scrimmage |
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And cut some *******s I'll bring the Clippers |
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And a couple owners that's kinda German |
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You bring the nooses, and a couple trees |
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Where the money grow, and get bodies burnin |
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Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin |
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Or some *******s from Alabama, Birmingham |
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I need music so I'm over the street like Erick Sermon was |
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******* us, maybe we should team up |
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Anti-Golf boys, cuz I don't ******* with me either |
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I'm a liar, I'm a *******, uhh... |
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Son you need Jesus |
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But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus |
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Well, I'm prayin for the new Yeezys |
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And you *******es prayin that we squash the beef like zucchini |
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I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame, or lame, nor strange |
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Nah *******, it's Golf Wang |
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