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Gees
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]Uh, ignorant-ass white kidBut I'm still bicycling and recyclingAnd I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitaminsAll my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen[Mac Miller]Hyper than Williams, middle son, since I wasA little one, moms had to put me on the RitalinMade a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a bluntTold Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drumsAll the best rappers are usually deadBut I'm the poison that left a widow JulietIn the studio with candles lit and Buddha headsComing up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed[Delusional Thomas]Contagious, speaking while sedatedGod shit, make 'em want to adda couple pages to the BibleI ain't got nothing left in my will'cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine still[Mac Miller]I need some backpack cast rapsTook a break just to kill the game half-assSet some rat traps, went to take a cat napWoke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bagsAct polite, but I'm nasty on the micYour bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dykeSlap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed me pipe"I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type[Hook]Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it (Gees)Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it (Gees)[Verse 2: Delusional Thomas]Still fucking with these hoes, thoughBozo on these doppelgänger JojosTake a bitch to Soho for some FroyoTell her she gon' blow it, Romo[Mac Miller]And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-L? cYoung boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folkNo joke, most dope, you just bowl smokeHow much coke you got to sell to make a boat float?Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more"I'm a highly difficult ropes coursePulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horseSay "What's up? " to the Pope, pull off in a PorscheWho you kidding? Your flow's warshedI ain't from the street but I'll grill you from the porchI been had hoes, I play sportsHer ass out the bottom of her shorts[Hook][Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]Black James Bond and a white ShaftTurned my daughter to a queenturned a dollar to a dreamFlashy as high beams, smoking on good weedSomething from kush seedsthe only strand to smoke for us Og'sI'm rich - car service, no car keysFirst class flight, but the last one new, bitchShe fuck me and swallowed every homie I came withMcm bag and nigga, bet some weed in it200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all livingBrought the gangsters back to bucket hathow real is that?I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sackQuarter million in a safe in case I get a caseFaggot-ass judge hating on me cause my money straightDropped 10 racks in all 50 statesGon' name my next tour Million-Man MarchMake a nun throw it back while I pull her scarfShe gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, bossFigg Side[Hook]
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