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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run shit back
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more 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 nigga ever to check Nike

than white people with black kids
Scarier than black with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I you like a fat trainer 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 they told their white daughters don't bring home
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 tell just be extra
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown from me
And the Lexus pull up, like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, runnin' out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

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

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

your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, effect, no pepperoni
I

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

My trigger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a on lean, make my eye jump
Use like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the
And a couple owners, kinda 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 niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't with me either
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you Jesus
But I heard he sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang