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I got goals I can't afford to reach A gorgeous creep with a gorged physique 'Bout to crack open that Georgia peach Enormous leaps and bounds travelling planned cab Land jabs on your granddad's sandbags Bland hags pack a class full of lobbyists This man's plan sans a grasp of the obvious No other clues or whose well then it's probably us Seen some shit on my lips, well then then it's probably crust Seen some shit on my tip, well then it's probably dust The last remnants of a Hollywood jolly slut An oddly bunch whose weaponry is bribery With shotty pumps held by ebony and ivory Too violent The two tyrant climate is new to the dudes that were hidin by the hydrant Peruse through the news and misguided by the views Your crews full of noobs get invited to my pubes Doppelgang, black man white man be like La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la It's the short man, hype man with no hype, man be like La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Ayo I left the crib on the hunt for liquor And did some hit and runs with a "Jesus Loves You" bumper sticker As youngins used to row a sickle point side up Who mixed the matzo with the pumpernickel? Cause this shit is a tremendous bargain Gassy duo grab the mic make the crowd say I beg your pardon Quick to said it with pathetic jargon And rappin no regard for human life Like my nigga Kevin Harlon Yes we couldn't care less if you nearly died Rappers is quick to tell you're their backstory teary-eyed Why? Like they maker for your shitty joints Reel in the line and quit fishin for the pity points EP, a midget who flow tighter Nigga need a step ladder to get into the low-rider Together with Matt the wise-guy hotshot Drivin by looking for a Wi-Fi hotspot
Writer(s): Maggie Connell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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