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I’m aerodynamic, my paper plane is gigantic
I sync to tracks like Titanic, nigga
I’m also rhythmatic
I’m r-rugged j-jagged
My flow is warmer than jackets
I got r-ratchet in jacket
I pull out, smash it and bash it
Cabernet in my cabinets, sh-shocka
And that’s for the rabbits
I take five ads for the habits
Though that sh-shit makes me cabbage
I go bananas on monkeys, I act a ass, fuck a donkey
Don’t come up short with my money
Or p-p-play at the Huntley
Baby, burban got me lazy swervin’
Toss and turvy on the road
I almost pulled on the corner store
Feds around, wonder bro like Warner Bro
Flip the script, sure to go I’m sure to blow
I’m gloriphobe, I call you niggas horrible
Cause your floral growth of an artist is like the purest loaf, no bread
I leave you fucks mindblown, walkin’ around with no head
I’m so sled, moped jetski molestin’ this beat, Left Brain, man how the fuck we turn off all this fuckin’ heat
Bitches so bad, I call you niggas bitches like you wearin’ the dogtag
I smoke that bud, wiser than the frog that’s on the log ad
I walk my flow to the booth and I’m ?

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bitch
[?] through my precisions
i'm killing, lyrical villain
i'm higher, touchin' the ceilin'
i'm willing to fucking win this
i'm in this to finish niggas for dinner
[?] look out below to your temple (boom)
i call back, september, october, november, december
you faggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter
rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey
[?] to overlook me
no contest, i arm wres, monster on his loch ness
[?] penis, hoochies hop up on my crotches
spotless, fucking a conscious goddess
in the darkness, [?] is all set, i got this
heartless, congress, condoms
working on a topless [?]
the compass is directing, secting
i get carried away with the sexting, complexing
she's yours, i'm annexing

i got a gun (i cock it back)
i got a gun (betta wear your strap)
i got a gun (nigga, don't get clapped)
you better run (see it in my lap)
i got a gun (nigga, got my gun)
i got a gun (nigga, this shit fun)
i got a gun (i'ma kill that bitch)
you better run

left brain is my lex luger, bitch i'm waka flocka
over the stove, mixing music [?] pasta
swag me the fuck out, i stash my dirty money at casey's house
put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth
120 degrees [?] pistol holster's pouch
radness of warriors, jewlery store, glory whores
bloody and lovely, wolf gang coyote ugly
i'mma wild animal, bitch, i can't be tamed
or identified, or better, even named
and ho, that's a shame
shoulda applied more effort in this game
yeah, call me acronym jim, keep my beretta and my burgundy tim

shoot that nigga, make sure he dead
shoot that nigga, aim for his head
kill that bitch and steal her purse
call everybody here her phone
if that motherfucka works
take that, bitch
$40 a month

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[intro]
ain't nothing new, nigga, just something new

[verse 1]
i never trust faith with my trust funds
i keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum
camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns
i'm a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum
her virgin homicide i show her how we drum-a-drum
she doesn't come for me, the bitch only say she come for fun
what's up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum?
rumbling in a ring with pills of fucking numb
your system is my fucking dick-dom
feel the friction of my children with down syndrome
i'm rehearsin' for my funeral, triple six are the numerals
mellowhype musical talking to wolves like dolittle
think with a migrane like a fucking eye strain
break bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane
if it doesn't add up then ask the students my name
i'm fucking einstain, i'm sane

[hook]
knock, knock! delivery, i'm the rhetorician
body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms
i suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription
fuck your contradiction, here's my composition

[verse 2]
leprechaun, hexagon, transform decepticon
rasputin, i'm half mutant, fucked financially, cash students
i'm too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent
my flow is overheated it needs coolin' shit
fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up
while i shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip
i dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in cuba
chicken head of the sea, but i don't fuckin' eat tuna
i sneak her in my room like puma
my bedroom rules jerusalem and i'm judah, suck on my messiah
or die and cry a fire, it's true, so is the curse of lying
so is mrs. doubtfire, fat bitches and dope beats
are what my niggas acquire, if you're broke, get the cash
bitch i'm dope, do the math, triple six slipping through a golden flask
all hail mr. mustard gas, i ain't gay but i'mma fuckin' ass

[hook]

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