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[Hodgy Beats] I f*cked this flow This is my electronic press kit Uh huh it's some fresh sh*t N*gga recollect b*tch Grow grey hairs, don't stress it I text message, messages to f*ck in estrogen She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans Cause I never am purchasing Reimbursing your currency Put your body on the courtesy To work the street, I hearse the streets Heard she sweet, she hershey's sweet But me I'm extravagant Hop on the bandwagon kid I'm about to tell you some tragic sh*t The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw B*tch's sh*t in my draws like you piss in my draws, n*gga my dick's in her jaw I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple F*ck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle N*gga, Genghis Khan mention, me and Marilyn Manson Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons African drugs for when the champ come Songtexte[Domo Genesis] Suicide watch n*gga Kill yourself Opposition who? N*gga reveal yourself How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself? Splinter cell creepin' in this b*tch, you couldn't feel the stealth Wolves are prowling, hunger at its f*cking best I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some f*ckin' bread Drugs are green, my b*tches white and tonight I need f*ckin' head Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead Oh sh*t yo b*tch, look at how I'm doing you B*tches on my d*ck but look at me I'm f*cking beautiful N*ggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews is why this so cool? You n*ggas are so unusual Wolf Gang, point me to a n*gga I should prove it to Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops [Hodgy Beats] The fortress is fortified (b*tch) Money in my pockets like I'm forty-five Hodgy Beats recording live B*tch I be surely high And I don't need wings to fly I'm the air with the pigs Left Brain, Domo Genesis [Tyler, the Creator] Knock, knock Who's there? It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife Now I got real authentic cheetah print sh*t (n*gga you're a liar) N*gga don't believe me, kiss your lady And where you gonna get them heebie jeebies? N*gga my d*ck stay wave as Eazy I make it look easy Fifty-one fifty, I'm off the heezy (You ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy? 5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f*ckin' Yeezy? I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain't got no f*ckin Yeezy?) Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm f*ckin' Looney See these girls talkin' all that sh*t (what?) I'm just tryna see some tits (what?) Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes Out this b*tch like hokus pokus And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles And met up with b*tches, gave 'em cum on their dimples Then my d*ck went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo On PCP and cilantro, when I'm with your b*tch I'm like Where my d*ck doe? Now she think I'm bout to eat her hole Encho and lada, I got a lot of that Preme and I'm paying nada It seems that I'm product placement but not I'm just f*ckin' awesome Yo mama look like a ugly, loser Aus Songtexte Mania