"Domo23" as written by and Tyler Okonma....
If I was a monkey, I would be leaning to it
(Swag, 2011)

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 is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter
Than excess shit that's weighting on Jasper
Never popped a model but I've fucked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me halfway, bitch I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout out to my nigga Taco

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

So a couple fags threw a little hiss fit
Came to Pitchfork with a bunch of Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, I'm off, it's 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, I'm sounding 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 sets of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be

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

Wait a god damn second, I'm tripping balls David Beckham
Will fall cause shit's going down just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons, naming them
And aim them in One Direction (Wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a god damn speaker every time you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now and the grunts of a god damn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a god damn seizure

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

Cut it out!
I said I didn't want no god damn lettuce
I don't want that shit!
I don't want your god damn lettuce

"Your call has been forwarded to an automated message system."
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! Fuck!"
"Thurnis Haley, the best golfer in the world! ...Is not available. At the tone, please record a message. When you finish recording, you may hang up or press 1 for more options."






Lyrics submitted by hrenoir

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