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i am not a human, shout to all my moon men

Yeah they call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in

Iits a crazy world, so i stay in line nd niggas dont cross the line

Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint else wear

Hotter then a devil, nigga hell yeah

Rock a by baby, homacide baby

Thats more tear drops call me cry baby

what you talking bout, tell it to my 9’s

Cut yah tongue out mail it to yah momss

im the young god, swagga un-frod

Bitch im in the building you in the front yard

Lifes a bitch nah betta yet a dumb broad

nd i bet i culd fuck the world nd make it CUM hard

Yeah, yuh boys is washed up

nd im shitting on you like too girls in 1 cup

Weezy Baby A.K.A bring the money homee

Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny bone

Laugh now die later motha Fucker

Yuh a bitch like Zada By Data Mothaa fucker Y E A H


(Chorus) Call it how i see iit

Wish i neva met yuh i would wanna be yah

Pussy ass nigga i dont want yah gonorrhea PA PA PA Pussy ass nigga idont want yah gonorrhea x2


Man I’m so tired of ballin I sleep a lot now

I’ll let my goons rush ya (Russia) like Moscow

gun at ya eyebrow pow pow

man I ball hard even with 5 fouls

yeah we in this b-tch like tampon’s

dump ya in the woods now get ya camp on

choke hold around this sh-t cause I’m so hands on

I get high as f-ck and Polo sheets is what I land on

back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on

diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn

Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin’ on

now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, “You can join”

yeah, what y’all wanna do I’m all ears

smoking on that head band call that sh-t Paul Pierce

I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years

bald like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears




I aaaaaam, spending much more than I’m making on these cars and these vacations

is that too much information?

I just bought a Lamborghini, I’m not even into racing

with a DashBoard full of tickets cuz I live right by the station

I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me

yes I’m with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me

I be with the dread with the tattoo’s on his head

and a flag the colour red like a f-cking low battery (ok)

n-gga peep the sh-t I’m wylin’ on

I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home

Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam

big cheese big bread call that sh-t Low calzone

I will break your f-cking collar bone

us against the World better pick which side you on

Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on

and we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.








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