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

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the
What's name 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 peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit
And fuck your loud pack, and your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that shit gon' pop just like nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more 8
we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause Nike lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to Nike

Richer than white people black kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my
They say I'm crazy but that's the thing going for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told white 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 when you get money
Every you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford want a blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out,
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
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 Geeks got a in my room

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

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

them golf 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, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
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 one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one,

My finger wise but my nine dumb
finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and 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 ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's 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 the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

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

Nah its Golf Wang