Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time
Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine
The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent
E.e. Cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion
Yeah, Gambino make it work, I'm the boss move somethin'
Yeah, this cool fuckin' suits me, swag two button
Yeah, these girls be actin' crazy when they're dancin', Black Swan
I ain't fuckin' at the club, put your clothes back on
Yeah, this beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track
Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back
And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers
I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker
Leavin' with your girl when we last seen each other
Yeah, you fuckin' with the baddest like we tag team Rihanna
Fly girl on her knees, she don't wanna come near me
Yeah, my dick is too big, there's a Big Bang Theory
Got her picture in my iPhone, what do y'all think?
While y'all niggas masturbate, I'm in that Ariel Pink
If I am just a rapper man, you could've fooled me
I'm the shit, when these dudes talk, they talkin' bull me, ah

Okay (Alright) I'm down with the black girls of every single culture
Filipino, Armenian girls on my sofa
Yeah I like a white girl, sometimes we get together
Need a thick chick though, so it's black and yellow, black and yellow
Love is a trip, but fuckin' is a sport
Are there Asian girls here? Minority report
Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court
Niggas bitin' off my tracks, need a knife and a fork
We the illest, need a nurse, here's the cheque, grab your purse
Unless we fuckin', then I'll pay for all the food on the Earth, man
I got some pussy that was insane, so insane, it's an enemy of Batman
I'm dominant, niggas call me faggot 'cause they closeted
I'm hot as shit, comin' outta the backside of a rocket ship
It's monster shit, you dudes are the opposite of Loch Nesses
Respond to this, we can squash the beef right now like sausages
Chillin' with my n-words, say it like a white kid
Yes, your booty's big as hers, say that to my white bitch
So she don't get embarrassed, my dick is made of carrots
Bunnies wantin' to be fed it, I meant honeys, oh forget it
I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer
In the back of the bush, like Gavin Rossdale's drummer
Yeah, my stinger's in her flower, I hope she let me pollinate
Workin' hard as shit, yeah, this beat is made from concentrate
Nigga can't you tell that my sample of Adele
Was so hot, I got these hood niggas blowin' up my cell?
Swag out the ass, I'm the man, fuck chico
Took the G out your waffle, all you got left is your ego
Think about it for a second, man we eatin', where's your breakfast?
Man, you hungry, have this sandwich, got my wallet, cheese and lettuce
An elephant never forgets, so my dick remembers everything
Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame
Runnin' the game, fuck am I sayin'? Runnin' the Earth, give me a month
Told all you niggas I'm in it to win it 'cause havin' an Emmy just wasn't enough
You get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat
My clique should be canceled, Freaks and Geeks


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    [Verse 1] Alright, Gambino is the mastermind, Fuck a bitch to the pass the time, Mass appeal, Orane rind, Smoke your green, I'm spending mine,

    The beat is witches brew, But beware this shit is potent, E.E. cumming on her face, Now it's poetry in motion,

    Yeah Gambino make it work, I'm the boss, move something, Yeah, this cool fucking suits me, The swag, two button,

    These girls be acting crazy when they're dancing, Black Swan, I ain't fucking at the club, Put your clothes back on, This beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track, Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back,

    And my clique make that dinero so it's time to meet the Fockers, I am running this bitch, You are just a dog walker,

    Leaving with yo girl when we last seen each other, Yeah you fuckin' with the baddest, Like we tag team Rihanna, Fly girl on her knees, She don't wanna come near me, Yeah, my dick is too big, There's a big bang theory

    Got her picture in my iphone, What do y'all think? While you niggas masturbate I'm in that Ariel Pink, If I am just a rapper, man, you coulda fooled me, I'm the shit, When these dudes talk, they talking bull me.

    [Verse 2] Alright, I'm down with the black girls of every single culture, Fillipino, Armenian girls on my sofa, Yeah I like the white girls, Sometimes we get together, Need a thick chick, though, so it's black and yellow, black and yellow,

    Love is a trip, But fucking is a sport, Are there Asian girls here? Minority report,

    Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court, Niggas biting off my tracks, Need a knife and a fork,

    We the illest, Need a nurse, Here's the check, Grab your purse, Unless we fucking, then I'll pay for all the food on the earth, maaaaaan,

    I got some pussy that was insane, So insane it's an enemy of Batman,

    Niggas call me faggot cause they closeted, I'm hot as shit, Coming out the backside of a rocket ship, It's monster shit, You dudes are the opposite of lochnesses, Respond to this, We can squash the beef right now like sausages,

    Chilling with my n-words, Say it like a white kid, Yes, your bootys big as hers, Say that to my white bitch, So she don't get embarrassed, My dick is made of carrots, Bunnies wanting to be fed and I meant honeys, oh forget it,

    I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer, In the back of a bush like Gavin Rossdale's drummer,

    Yeah my stinger's in her flower, I hope she'll let me pollinate, Working hard as shit, Yeah, this beat is made from concentrate,

    Nigga can't you tell that my sample of Adele, Was so hot I got these hood niggas blowing up my cell,

    Swag out the ass, I'm the man, Fuck Chico, Took the G out yo waffle, All you got left is your ego,

    Think about it for a second, Man, we eating, where's your breakfast? Man, you hungry, have this sandwhich, Got my wallet, Cheese and lettuce,

    An elephant never forgets, So my dick remembers everything, Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame,

    Running the game, Fuck am I saying? Running the earth, Give me a month, Told ya'll niggas I'm in it to win it, Cause having an Emmy just wasn't enough, Get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat, My clique should be cancelled, freaks and geeks.

    Freed0non February 16, 2011   Link

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