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Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas cause you fucking made "Chum"
And got all personal niggas won't go back
to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking
fucking all
No, fuck that nigga, I got you, fuck

mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to venison
Still in the business of smacking up little with
Raquets you play with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed
scented with haze and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel
Grab a bong, momma and food, beer, tag along
Get a spanking, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and
Get 'em higher than the pitch of tea kettle songs

Four in a Rover cannon
Riding through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the


50 K for the last
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, nigga the motherfuckin'

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch
Hat never backwards like the print off legit
Get it? Like a blue pill, ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs'
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used
out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy
Bruising gimmicks with the he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right back a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka

nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I ain't make
A quarter off of socks, nigga, cause it's the