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Uh, what? What? What? What? I'm a large pink cunt Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah They wanna see a man do the god shit Narcotics if you wanna get nauseous Pink Guy dancin' like a clown Keep laughin' lil cunt, I got money on the down low Y'all think this about my feelings? They still think this about my feelings? Like Big Bird or a Steve from the Blues Clues When the sun go down she go down too Ridin' around with a bump and a pound too If you wanna leave a voice mail hit the pound two I got money out the orifice I buy your girl Louie bag, shit's glorious I'm not a hero or a role model I'ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle Drinkin' red wine out of gatorade bottles If you can't keep up then pull off to the bottom kid They say I'm an elitist Like I'm better than the bunch, uh duh nice hunch cunts When the sun go down I'm a fiend When the sun go down I'm a monster Letras de cancionesWhen the sun go down I'm sippin' lean When the sun go down I hope it never come up Young boy with the trash talk Run your little mouth, find it sittin' on the asphalt I know you tryna be me, I don't have a doubt I can't answer at the moment, I got pussy in my mouth My mouth, pussy in my face Depending on the nationality I get a different taste Y'all really think I'm out here having hard times I got 17 jobs, this one's part time Suck a dick and a ball sack Poppin' more pills than the moms in the cul-de-sac Fuck her good on the couch while your dad's gone Poke holes in her face, jack'o lantern She like how the leather feels She really like that I rejected several record deals She said "why?" I said "the money wasn't good enough" She said "oh wow, you really know your stuff" Yeah I do bitch I don't need a fucking marketing team tryna blow my shit I'm not a fuckin' vlog cunt with a lot of chicks Tryna buy an autobiography about my dick Whoops, fuck that I work hard for my shit, y'all boys are just fuckin' whack I'm the only one who cares about the process I'm the only one who fuckin' with the progress I'm the only one who made it with no middle man (I don't care about this song anymore) How ya like that? How, how ya like that? I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash How ya like that? How, how ya like that? I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash It's yo favorite pink cunt ! How ya like that? How, how ya like that? I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash How ya like that? How, how ya like that? I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash From Letras Mania