[Hook]
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I got these bitches brewin'
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Fuckin' up my gold pots
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[Verse 1]
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You like my songs, I like your tits
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But deep down, I don't really like you bitch
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You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong
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But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
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(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red
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Now Simon says get the fuck out my life
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Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night
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And you could be a stab for this knife
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I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six
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You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick
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You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit
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But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat
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Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke
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Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you
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Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
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But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat
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Crawls right down the crack of your ass
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Booty meets snack, back that ass up
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Until you come back up and lick my sack up
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I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters
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I do sound like Darth Vader
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But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin
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I think you and your friends
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Should come with me to get your salad tossed
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Cause when I make this stew
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In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
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And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
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And don't make vibrations stop
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Bitches Brewin'
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |