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[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]I fucked this flowThis is my electronic press kitUh huh it's some fresh shitNigga recollect bitchGrow grey hairs, don't stress itI text message, messages to fuck in estrogenShe lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vansCause I never am purchasingReimbursing your currencyPut your body on theTo work the street, I hurt the streetsHeard she sweet, she hershey's sweetBut me I'm extravagentHop on the bandwagon kidI'm about to tell you some tragic shitThe love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing rawBitchs... my draws like you..My draws, nigga my dick's in her jawI'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the appleCause a swagga like mine turn them apples into SnappleFuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castleNigga, Genghis Khan mention, Marilyn MansonMaking money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]Suicide watch niggaKill yourselfOposition who?Nigga reveal yourselfHow you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?Splinter cell creepin in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealthWolves are prowling, hunger at it's fucking bestI'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chestPlease let me flex, I'm going off I need some fuckin' breadDrugs are green, my bitches white and tonightI need fuckin' headExcuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny CraigFresh to death then I guess we living like the living deadOh shit yo bitch, look at how I'm doing youBitches on my dick but look at me I'm fucking beautifulNiggas tryna figure out, but allI hear in my interviews is why this so cool?you niggas are so unusualWolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it toUnder pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]The fortress is fortified (bitch)Money in my pockets like I'm forty-fiveHodgy beats recording liveBitch I be surely highAnd I don't need wings to flyI'm the air with the pigsLeft Brain, Domo Genesis[Tyler The Creator]Knock, knockWhos' there?It's me, your girlfriendhad a really nice meeting with my dickI killed that pussy and grabbed that knifeNow I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga you're a liar)Nigga don't believe me, kiss your ladyAnd where you gonna get those heebie jeebies?Nigga my dick stay ?I make it look easyFifty-one fifty, I'm off the heezy[You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' yeezy?I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain't got no fuckin yeezy?]Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' LooneySee these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykesOut this bitch like hokus pokusAnd me and Lucas got a couple of picklesAnd met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimplesThen my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of ExtenzoNow my dick's longer than a 5 door limoHarder than a soft right hook from kimboOn PCP and cilantro, when I'm with your bitch im likeWhere my dick doe?Now she think I'm bout to eat her holeEncho and lada, I gotta lotta that Preme and I'm paying nadaIt seems tha I'm product placement but notI'm just fuckin' awesomeYo mama look like a ugly, loser
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