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Sweatshirt, Domo GenesisThrowin' chairs, killin' shitI'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lipsA tad different, mad smart, act ignorantShit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving shitsBut as long as our relationship is turdlessI'ma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dickWho dat? Oh, that new coon John CusackA Mecca button-up, shop and bring Fubu backHands full of coke, mouth full of crack muzakOdd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?With no hint, we're eggin' with no tintPlus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sitsThe Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying herThere's nine Vicodins stuck inside the windpipes of herA little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in herShe started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to herTake that, I'm on top like wave capsThis is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, niggaUm, Domo couldn't be here...I don't like to talk about it Aus Songtexte Mania