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It's summer, and I'm chillin on my with my little crew
Just like the videos, like all the little rappers do
We voice to the heads we know that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot
And I fast when it comes to girls
Hey I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we could shut the up
Let some slug your life
Suddenly she hypes an up, like
"What do you mean?" and I start like
"If I was to fallowed you home would you me
you feed me, would you pet me
Would I you till your sleepy?"
She I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you stopped
You knew I'd treat you an object
You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the
For us rapper men to women infront of friends
here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool
Gettin supper touchy with his about
how I his bitch supposedly
What the is this supposed to be
Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit
Now me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes of cartoons
And I happen to know bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you bother me
Cause bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be

I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"

Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, get my gun
Shit like that gets in the world of rap
If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a if it slides
So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the
Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood
Couldn't believe my squad stood there and watched
Word to God, boy tellin me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma every motherfucker out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get downstairs
the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet
Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the is
I push the top up, to fit my hand in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, that it's empty
Hand rests in the box, festers in an open stun
Then I remember, I even own a gun

"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What, What"

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