[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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We come through throbbing like thunder storms
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Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
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I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
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With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
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Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
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Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
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Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
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If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
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I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
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Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
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And I'm going to embalm my creativity
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Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
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[Hook]
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Turn it up, where's the bass?
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Bring the keys, yeah
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Turn it up, where's the bass?
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Bring the keys, oh my God
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Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
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Could you bring the keys? Yeah
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Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
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Drop the drums
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[Verse 2]
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Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
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My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
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You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
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But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
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I'm never the winner, always the loser
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I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
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Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
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I never use a fork I always spoon her
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Go nuts, instrumental flow much
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European model white bitch is eating donuts
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Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
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Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
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I'm mental, it's instrumental
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Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
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And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
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You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
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I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
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I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
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Found Alicia, now she keyless
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Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
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Murdered every bod from my squad
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So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious
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Slow It Down
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| Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |
