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Wait a minute!
Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild
I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals
I hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah
Take chains off, take rings off
Bracelets and things, big aches and pains
My jack rang off with clickbait
Truth is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fay-lay, the kunte
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it took a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the shaker and bongo
I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out, nigga
Bitch, don't spill my sake
You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment
You gon' have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too sloppy
Trump's got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild
I hope she sip Mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals
I hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah
The revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live
In 1080p on your pea brain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!
This shit gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter bunny
It's hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a nine millimeter
He was nineteen with a burner, they had to off 'em
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
Wait a minute!
This shit gon' bang at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
Word!
This shit gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't shit gon' change for at least three summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came sooner
Come on
This shit gon' bang at least six summers
Pop the top, that bitch hot than a motha