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For boy
I'm watchin' and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
come and get me
Said I him at your neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't like me?
Cause Nike lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to check Nike

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than black with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I wanna turn the tanks to
I of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you just be extra funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
Oxford want a full lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out,
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and got a trampoline in my room

Two, Three,
Hold your horses
really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction exhausted
I been workin' while y'all smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin'

Hold your ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I

This them golf boys, them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like Cain
Got too much drive, need ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's that one nine nine one, nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than buddy
Ye we hittin' like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, out to Donald Sterling
Boy get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you Jesus
But I heard he sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang