You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,
Got these niggas running like the mutha fucking lions coming
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up
If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend
I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and
Imma be all i can be, you niggas washed up
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
So she kisses the stars
Bringing up fucking ro-bots
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