Wathch me get this money nigga,
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Tired of being hungry nigga
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Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing
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I'ma punch you nigga
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Never made a plastic, I'ma savage
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You look lunch my nigga
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Passing all you hating fucking fags, we don't discuss my nigga
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We ain't know no charlie sheen and we don't pop no mollies bitch
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I'm honkin, spitting got some niggas out here popping all these switch
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Bunch of novices, odd future the squad, it's thick
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Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
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We the last of a dying breed, and we don't give a fuck
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So we cannot supply your needs
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From stupid niggas who all said our hype is dying please
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My pockets solid, making profit off the highers tees
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Bitch, murks twerk as I get on the verse, curse you
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Nigga dime so cool I will firm in 3rd person
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Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds twerking
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Make actions fuck rehearsing
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[Hook]
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Nigga, summer, fall, winter time,
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24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine
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I don't have plenty time
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Flying out at any time
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Getting money any prime
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine
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I don't have plenty time
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Flying out at any time
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Getting money any prime
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
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Sitting on tumblr, never outside there enkoying the weather
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Can name a sweater, but not a talent
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Of don't know if whether or not they got one
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Try to change the life for the better
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I was the drama club kid, I run with the fun dit
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My nuts itch, that waas defined, always said fuck shit
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Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
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Also hated homes too, till I started coppin me some
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See I don't bees in the trap nigga
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I bees in the bees
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And I be casting out my buzz like some bees at a shell
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Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
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And bitches getting touchy feeling like they reading some braille
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I bust quick like gun holders with short tempers and well
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I try to tell the kids like fuck it, start being yourselves
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These fuckin rappers got sylists cause they can't think for themselves
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See them don't have an identity, so they needed some help
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Boy, really boy, poses with the silly boy
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I'm in that passis and prime shit, older than titty boy
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Not a diss but same with icecream, my shit is diddy reese
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Na'kel smith,, trans world paid 60 for it
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Poppin like oil, ollies and fireflames
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I'm harder than dj khaled playing the fuckin quiet game
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The fuck am I saying, tyler ain't even a violent name
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I'm bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
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But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
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God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
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And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
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See y'all niggas trippin man
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Look at the article that says my subject matter is wrong
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Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
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Look at the mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
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Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
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Look at the kid who had the 9 and tired to blow out his mind
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But talk is money, I said hi, I guess I bought him some time
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Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh
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They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh
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But, then again, I'm an atheist, that just worships satann
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And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
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And mtv could suck my dick , and I ain't fuckin playing
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Brah, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
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Analog fanse are getting sick of the rape
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All the tron cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
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But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
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But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the banl
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Over and over, shit, who gives a fuck what I think?
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My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
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Fuck buying studio time, I'ma go purchase a shrink
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Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch
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[Hook]
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Nigga, summer, fall, winter time,
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24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine
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I don't have plenty time
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Flying out at any time
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Getting money any prime
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine
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I don't have plenty time
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Flying out at any time
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Getting money any prime
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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You niggas gonn give me mine
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This shit's just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
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So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
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But momma, I'm close to the edge as pssible
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Why don't you jump you fucking pussy?
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All I'm seeing is the drop in my occular, jumping like they told me
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That's the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
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Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit, fucking faggot
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And comapre to fucking pair em with all the program kits
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So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick, I'll show you
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Malt liqor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks
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And all of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts
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Dirty been spittin the sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs.
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Rusty
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| Tyler, The Creator |
