Tyler, The Creator
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[Verse]
Pussy popper, young Waka Flocka
We shake her like maracas, don't forget Sinatra
My bitch is like Rihanna, better yet, Beyoncé
Had to take her top off, gun shots ah pop off
Mi nuh fuck 'round with dem boy'nem
Dem boy'nem get chop off
Tell di boy fi gwan fi him gal and suck him bloodclaat
Dick stains, let my dick hang like a nunchuck
Anyway I can, bitch, I'm just tryna get my nut sucked
Ha, so fuck luck
Bitch, it's pure skill when I gun buss
Glocks like 50 on my n***as, acupuncture
Fuck life, it’s a Suge Knight, get ya mind right
Only way a n***a coolin' if I get high, right?
High up in the sky, right?
Muhfuck a cloud, all my n***as in the ground right now
And I bash like Xao, like pow
Mind within the comic, I'm so high right now, so pass that
Skinny motherfucker, won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a n***a life, so where the stash at?
Got about twenty-fuckin'-mill just chillin' in my backpack
Call a fat bitch, then I hid it in her ass crack

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
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