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Yo, this that trippy shit
Ariana Grande playing hypnist this
Yo, best tits
Yo, Festin
Yo, I’m like your butler
Give you rhymes and you feel the flutter
In your stomach, man, I’m the giant
Run through, man, so what?
(Errp)
Changed my clothes, put on some new ones
Then I got some food, son
Then I went to the moon
Like that monster Grimace
Purple skin and I’m playing scrimmage
Sixteen on that green screen
Nigga ’bout to get fiended
I’m looking at her, 2 bad bitches
I get to fuck one, I get to fuck bitches
Yo, ’bout to go
POW!
Yo, this shit’s magical
Then I got lots of o’s
Fuck a bitch, fuck the hoes
102, yo, 506
Make your dog do new tricks
Suck my dick!
Vans driving fast, man
Then I crashed on my ass, man
It’s that G, dawg; magic man
And I’m talking you, you get spastic, man
And you need to stop acting drastic, man
(Hush)
Yo, man, you not about it
He’s swagged out doing his thang, I’m out here
Like Drake, (Ah!) like Drake
Anticipation anticipating your silver strings like angels hair
You’re cloaks to sing in clouds and shit hanging down and shit
Get her wet
Beauty baby, I get it best
Sweet hit, pussy girl
New soul, change your world
Looking in she sees hers, I see mine and hers too
Can’t conceal
Cannot feel
I am now, you are not
Stray cat to an autobot
I want to separate reality
(fly)
Losers meet entertainers
Mystic man, twisted man
Feeling like you going brainless
Ballistic man, throw up!
That was fast in the glass in the class
Acrobats
Breakfast, eat it, bae
Kill the nigga with the hat
(Wassup?)
I’m making pancakes
Fritos
I’m a seer
I was eating that snack food
And I didn’t smoke crack, dude
And I was dressed in a uniform
Found in the Cuneiform
Looking for the Egyptians
(Oh shit!)
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