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

mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little with
Raquets you play tennis with, 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 Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it since a
Rapping hot as fucking brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea songs

deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the


50 K for the check
But the Menu still be on deck, nigga it's 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 like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a pill, make ya stick longer
Or a fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy
gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with
tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket
lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit

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


Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause the