Pop band car even though you saw me on TV it's all good
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But now my boss boss deep in his bros jos
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Swallow girls is just nothing
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Bitch is scared till let me smash when they ask,
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yeah they hurt I'm f*cking nuts like the swag but fat
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Like me Kelly ..in the back of the cabin
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flog no nigga you could tell by the bed
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..my halo.
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I'm sick I hack and then cuffin, I'm often as f*cking awesome
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I'm animal know is.., I'm optimist rapping..
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four stories in my own like what the f*ck is in apartment nigga
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get your pop like Peter pours doing puberty
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better how quick..reach with maturity
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..like a waitress with no patience
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you wanna tip bitch, we have my dick for..
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Bitch
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Show that!
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Baby show that!
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Jamba
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G
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I tumble pressure huzzy sluts,
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Give money then .. up,
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professor nuddy buddy ..when you touches
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lunch like what the f*ck I'm drunk as f*ck
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turn the f*cking music, I'm so I can hear this stupid f*cks
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talk no walk like you discuss,
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you're talking to much, like who the f*ck are you to us
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I put that on my cubs and nuts, I don't begin moving up
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I'm shooting up, you and her, crew on tour, loop deserve
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I can see the vision and nigga threwing shirt,
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I can smell the.. when the bitch was f*ck around my crew to her,
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it's all on your shoulder lose the dirt,
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yeah it's the movement first, f*ck human her
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some ill I use his earth till I'm used to vert,
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then I'm sprode em to channel to news my only motive
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is to skip, get hipped to the pube,
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you can drink pissing eat the dick and a few
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the second new view, a visual rules, I eat you..I'm a wolf,
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then meet your kids after school, and give em drugs 'cause it's cool
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f*ck up!
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F*ck this B, nigga let's smoke weed,
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that shit I need, be the shit that's green,
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a little purple and pink, and get some swish up sweets,
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about 3 or 4 more, dead need to be,
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I gotta ate like a face, I got a bluff in the green,
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I gotta hate the grape like the taste, when I'm in hell in the vabes,
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you could smell in some places,
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when we walk in our clothing,
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is always covered in flakes,
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enough for two shake blunts, so what the f*ck is this,
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I think this Mary is lace,
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my heart is beating at paces, I ..I can't relate,
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I'm f*cking faded like granny,
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and should've f*cked like the tape,
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that super glue to the sinner,
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with Kelly Pfife first waste
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it's like my first date with Mr. Mary the shit is scary,
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the paranoia from this marijuana very heavy,
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I'm lifted fame about my fith hit,
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lying about..deep stick,..we deep shit.
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Cool my nigga, you don't even smoke
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Jamba
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Tyler, The Creator |