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What`s good, brother? Beat `round the bush and I`ma come around With a bush cutter and look for youYou niggas talkin` too much shit I`m about to find a good plumber Y`all lil` niggas is some foot soldiers, I`m a foot fungus You dead, brother I ain`t a killer, but don`t push me, like a red button The gun headbutt you like 'Bang, bang, bang, bang' `Til your heart stop drummin`
I shoot you while the sun don`t shine, this a hot summer But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off This bitch sound like a hard cough I`m a wizard with this motherfucker like I went to Hogwarts Cut the hog head and the tail off I`m the nigga bitches put a spell on And once it wear off, then, bitch, don`t touch me like a airball
Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8`9` But I`m still starvin` like a Skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime I don`t FaceTime with my new thang New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I`m stupid, nigga
Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind But I still see in the dark, nigga Dark nigga, Akon I`m on my shit like maggots And they then they grow and they fly Got real bitches with fake asses With real views and fake eyes It`s stupid, I`m stupid
I`m out of my coofin, narcotic abuser No needles, `cause my pockets balloonin` Your partners is poodles Your bears is cubs, your crocodile`s toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I`m stupid
Your crocodile`s toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it (Mama Mia)
I`m out of my Tunechi, I`m mindin` my Tunechi I`m shinin` my Uzi They find `em, I lose `em, I`m hidin` out Hopin` I don`t smell like all these fuckin` vaginas I`m douchin` Droppin` these jewels, it`s precious like I`m droppin` my jewelry I`m out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that`s not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I`m gruesome, I`m grimey Turn you and lil` mami, to tuna salami You pukin`, she vomit, that`s beautiful science That`s Tune in a Masi`, that`s who in a Hyundai You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the `Gatti Pew, pew and I got `em
Pew, pew and I got `em, Lil` Tunechi a shotta Come through with my shottas Catch you and your thotta Turn a nigga noodle to nada Find it amusin`, it`s like it`s a movie This life is a movie, you died in the movie I write and produce it I cried as I view it, I`m lyin`, I`m goofin` I`m tyin` my nooses Lightin` my fluids, ignitin` influence, wait
Retire like Ewings, I`m high like I flew in And my wife lookin` Jewish, wait My money look Arabic, blunt lookin` Cuban My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait She European and she from Aruba, she from the States Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we over-ate We throw them B`s up high as the moon, Suwoo in space I come from Mars, but I act like I`m from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes The Atlantic across the way Don`t ask me what I make, I`ma be answerin` all day Got a hammock, I`ma lay with a naked bitch With just a bandana on her face And I just psstt, took off, errr, and landed on her face
I cannonballed her face Fuck her to some Diana Rossin` faint Damn, I lost the faith Don`t judge me, I took the stand and fought the case You can`t avoid the Drac` Drip Bayless, I`m feelin` Shannon Sharpe today Big rocks in my mouth Can`t remember how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor called today I told him that your casket on the way Now pass the phone to bae I`m bringin` a pole, you dancin` on his grave He faker than the lashes on his babe I`m like lashes on a slave I`m ashin` on his head He ain`t got no credit and his Apple card is dead What`s in your wallet?
(Mama Mia) Funeral
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