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Sick to my motherfucking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard (manager)
Clancy's my slave master
Thanks to them crackers
My pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle
But I've fucked a couple models in Europe

Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco

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Fuck that, Golf Wang

Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!)

Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
You think I give a fuck?
I ain't even stick my dick in yet
(No homo. Too soon.)
And while y'all are rolling doobies

I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a fucking newbie
Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me

Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be

Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Wait a God damn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King swimming lessons

Now me and Justin smoke sherm
And been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons
Naming them and aim 'em in One Direction (wait a minute)

It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker
Anytime you play this shit loud

But that's just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the god damn cow
Hit me on my beeper
While Captain suck my Peter Pan camera

Repeat procedure
And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Cut it out!
I said I didn't want no goddamn lettuce
I don't want that shit!
I don't want your goddamn lettuce. He-he

Writer(s): TYLER OKONMA

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