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Nah no, nah, nah fuck that | Niggas think 'cause you fuckin' made Chum and got all personal | That niggas won't go back to that old fuckin' 2010 shit
Nah no, nah, nah fuck that Niggas think 'cause you fuckin' made Chum and got all personal That niggas won't go back to that old fuckin' 2010 shit About talkin' 'bout fuckin' everything all No fuck that nigga I got you Fuck that Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then dash To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence Suitcase scented with haze and filleted sentences Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up Vagabond, had it since a Padawan Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along Get a nice spanking (ah), new Sears catalog Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs Four deep in a Rover cannon Riding dirty through a saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G 50k for the last check But Dollar menu still be on deck Nigga it's the motherfuckin' G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Yeah, the Misadventures of a shit-talker Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga Get it like a blue pill, make ya stick longer Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster Stormed off and came straight back like fixed posture Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose to spitting Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit Posing nigga try to disrespect Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, 'cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make A quarter million off of socks, nigga, 'cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Bitch niggas Wolf gang Golf wang Nigga Trash Wayne all the squad Yeah Stay off the block niggas You're not welcome Bitch (O-F, nigga, yeah)
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