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Sick to my motherfucking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard (manager)
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My pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle
But I've fucked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco
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Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
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So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
I ain't even stick my dick in yet
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And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a fucking newbie
Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four-story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be
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I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall 'cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm
And been talking 'bout freeing perms
Naming them and aim 'em in One Direction (wait a minute)
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It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker
Anytime you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the goddamn cow
While Captain suck my Peter Pan camera
And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure
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Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
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Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)