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

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

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

than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you like a fat takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra
I mean you can even dress extra
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

Two, Three,
Hold your fuckin'
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T it
Like I'm at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust
losers

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

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

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

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

Son you Jesus
But I he left 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 its Golf Wang