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[Intro]Yeah... ah... oh, shit!Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20Get that guap, get that moneyMeathead, street credWeed edge, Greedhead[Kool AD]Young Charles PonziWaka Flocka FonzieSippin' Dom P, Don Glassey, John AfricaBuddhist zooted, write down my Agatha Christie mysteriesOfficer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T'sOpen every cell at Attica, sellin' Acuras, it's a commercialRoom full of Draculas, big commercialWhich little idiot wanna fill my piggy bank up more, much more?Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, the best first godsonTerry cloth Kangol, Luke Driscoll piss on Dodge DurangoRango, Johnny Depp in it, Bay reppin' itAlameda, don't step in itUsed to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycareHey, there! All you little kids better play fair![Heems]Letras de cancionesYo, yo, this shit is too much, kid!One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid?I'm fitter, happier, more productive!"Until then I lay home and bump this "Loveless"Yeah, that's My Bloody Valentine40 crack your dome, call it My Bloody BalentineCall it my bloody country clubHindu thuggee come from bloodWon't stop yellin' 'til I'm comfortableTumblr full, wonderfulKeep it 100, I'mma dime, like, 10 timesBe the first to run if I hear some lead flyCostanza steeze, [...] Bed-StuyStack chips, Mr. Vegas, "Heads High"I'll kill 'em with the --I'll kill 'em with the --[Outro -- repeat and fade out]Hello, yes, happy rappy!This is what you're hearing right now, actually From Letras Mania