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Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin' chairs, killin' shitI'm half-privileged, think white and have ***** lipsA tad different, mad smart, act ignorantshit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts givin' shit sBut as long as our relationship is turdlessI'ma keep burning rubber and ******* these beats with burnt ****Who that, oh, that new c**n John CusackA Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu backHands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zackOdd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's backWith no hint, we're egging with no tintPlus it's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uhThe Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying herIt's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of herA little bit of sherm sure provokes the ******' fight in herShe started bitin' cause I'm givin' c**k like it's advice to herTake that, I'm on top like wave capsThis is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, *****Earl: Uhm, Domo couldn’t be here so uh… we’re just… I don’t like talking. UGH!Tyler: Awww, cuz fell on the floor cuz! Aye, call them policemen ****** that like help people when they hurt!
