[Verse] Ayo All y’all muthafuckas be smelling like piss Ain’t nobody else wakin up feeling like this (carti)! Like a mutha fuckin gangster A grade “A” prankster Everybody knows I got bars like Langston Hughes, This Lil bitch’s ass is huge All up on my dick, and she way past due to Give me some head, cause I got all this bread Like a bakery, I shoot my shot in her like lead Bullets Pow! All y'all Motha fuckas know my style I'm big and I'm black I see ass and attack When she sees me she gets wet like the goddamn Nile river Damn (King Kenny) I put it in her ass and she quivеr (Brrrr) I got all this ice so I'm shivering She's a onе time only Fuck a wedding ring Damn No strings attached like Ashton Kutcher I beat my meat like a fucking butcher I am so sorry, was that too vulgar?? Gimme yo bitch, want me to hold her? She nice and brown, like a coca-cola I Called that bitch with my Motorola Like Quavo, off Minnesota You know that sprite is my favorite soda I don’t why I said that random ass line On this whole damn track, I was a goddamn lie I ain’t got got no bitches I ain’t got my hoes But I’ll be goddamned If you can match my flows This rap game is in a fuckin drought So I’m not even doing this shit for clout I might be ugly and I may have gout But you know damn well I'll make a nigga pass out See I wasn't even planning on going this long Usually, I finish fast as I pull out my shlong But that's not what I meant when I said that I spit bars faster than a hi-hat Okay fine that's cap But you didn't know that Till I fucking spilt the beans like a fucking dumbass But when I say I am legend like Jaden Smith's dad (Fax, fax) I'ma let you niggas know that I fucking meant that! Gah! (They do now dumbass!) Hah!!!! [Hook] Wassup! Swami here I'm finna blow out your fuckin ears Just get all yo' bitches up in here So that I can get all their makeup and smear It on yo' face, I'll catch a case So that you'll know I'm runnin' this place I'll make you niggas run in place I'll hit you with a fuckin' mace, aghh Wassup! Swami here I'm finna blow out your fuckin ears Just get all yo' bitches up in here So that I can get all their makeup and smear It on yo' face, I'll catch a case So that you'll know I'm runnin' this place I'll make you niggas run in place I'll hit you with a fuckin' mace, aghh
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