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THAT GUY
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Utwór THAT GUY został wydany 23 czerwca 2026 przez Columbia jako część albumu THAT GUY - Single
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[Intro]
Them **** used to press me on the carrot-colored bus
That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause **** weird and really bums
[Verse 1]
Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand
Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap
AP? Richie? Hmm, not on my watch
'Cause brodie said, "Don't even press the issue"
Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue
Oh my God, I'm really that guy
[Verse 2]
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside
LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5
One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million
Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage
Lil Bunny hop out, you seen me at Thе Pop Out
Pandemonium screaming like thеy brought Pac out
Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback
Big stud energy the way I get my lickback
[Verse 3]
Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand
I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim
I'll buy that **** building just to evict him
What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures
Why I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate ****
Oh my god, I'm really that guy
[Verse 4]
I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers
I ain't sitting with you ****, fuck I look like, Oprah?
Rather put 'em in the ground, you **** look like gophers
Open doors for my ****, bitch, I look like chauffeur
RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer
Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter
Oh my God, I'm really that—
[Verse 5]
I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams
Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus Ice Cream
I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby
Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby
All these women is a habit
Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f—
Hey now, hey now, say now, get sticky like a Hun Bun
You will never be the main guy, you're a plus one
300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA
Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one
Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage
Want smoke? We can puff one
One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips
Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit
True shit, I can put a number where your roof is
Paranoid 'cause **** beef curtains, they got loose lips
Oh my God, I'm really that guy
[Verse 6]
Hand claps, congrats, never said to me
Put him on a Pro Club, that **** dead to me
Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit
Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit
Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
If you got a problem with me, ****, get it off your chest
****, what?
[Outro]
Get it off your chest
Get it off your chest
I am not a tough guy, ****, get it off your chest
I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, ****
I'm a freak, I don't beef
It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T
Cuttin' **** off, want the rope? A'ight, come, get it
You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it
Written by: Barry Lewis Adams Jr., Dijon McFarlane, Jack Antonoff, Kendrick Lamar, Lefabian Williams, Mark Anthony Spears, Tyler Okonma, Zarius Cunningham
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