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I'm not Henry Bahmer Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna Get to the chopper, hundred round blocker Singing like the Phantom of the Opera Fat bitch getting off? Sick speed at the kickoff Maserati, karate chop their tits off These bitches know a nigga merry bitch off Open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my dick off Wait.. Young and we brazy I'd jump the gun in your lady so I could punch on the baby Face first in to the xylophone Double up on Styrofoam Except the much of this gravy, pussy So fuck you, suck a dick, pay me I bring the ruckus, these raindrops don't need a bucket The smitten is flooded, put your fucking limbs on the budget Young flesh, Pac Teyo can suck it Fuck it Yo I'm retardedly clever Work harder than ever Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters Letras de cancionesModern furniture, collecting art Clothes custom Japanese Doing shows to get the dough Kids jump like it's a trampoline Zombie killer, road one, always doubled back Never one shot to the head, always a double tap Wrapping like I'm bubble wrap A neighbourhood in double taps Troubled cat, now I'm chopping like I'm a lumberjack I'm the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar Underground rapper getting pussy like a popstar I'm trying to pro up 'till I'm tow up and obnoxious Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches I'm not a kid, I saw Jaws and fucking Star Wars Now I'm 'bout to cop a new Ferrari for my carport Making money's easy, the hard part's saving That's why I stay off HypeBeast, or I'd go crazy From opening at shows, now I'm doing double encores Skating through life like I'm in Venice on a longboard Crazy days are over I was mainly a rebel Now I rip it up in every town like the Tasmanian Devil Uh Set it off Feel like I did said it all Except for my repertoires, deep as a reservoir Uh Wack a nigga in the head like it's hellebore From poet to predator Unloading these metaphors The feral explode out my double barrel Drag queens claiming they're kings, sing 'em a carol With this chopper, there's no hiding in these jeans I copped it out in Oakland they gon' got that dot dot meme Plotting on this cream I need I got it if it's green I'm obviously cocky 'cause I'm clean California kid claiming, spotting them in Queens Like [?] in the scene, snatching dollars from a fiend Mass pill is the mafia, the regime Still accumulating cream off kush, codeine Proceed to smoke weed I'm 35 point oz for cheap Young boy, I'm low key Bump placebo drinking Olde E Feeling like the old me Gold bottle match the gold lean Sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee Your gold teeth, for thinking potent sweet ... From Letras Mania