Money i make em buck
I dont even give a fuck
Because i see right through your disguise
Fuck your prison, fuck your life
Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,
I spend it make it right back on a monday
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Talking of the gods you serve
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy
On they twitter writing novels, see
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