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[Intro: the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
hot and horny
Don't say shit like
You gon' start me from the top?
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
'Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, we at, nigga in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my Vans on but they look like
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the
If don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and
rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's
on the album skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer born
You ain't animal, you are

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!