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Fuck rap, bitch, I'm tryna go corporate
Get a bag, and perform with James Corden
Rock sponsored, get sponsored
Take a bump and jack off at my own concert
Fuck rap, bitch, I'm tryna be a pop star
Blacked out, getting chauffeured 'round in cop cars
Go to rehab, knowing Imma go again
Go to rehab, knowing Imma go again

I don't even like this shit
Why'd I even write that shit?
The numbers say it hit
Baby, I'm gonna bite that shit
Rocking deception (Yeah, yeah)
Way I be dressing (Yeah, yeah)
I don't be stressing (Yeah, yeah)
I don't be

Fuck rap, bitch, I'm tryna go corporate (Aye)
Get a bag, and perform with James Corden (James Corden)
Rock sponsored, get sponsored
Take a bump and jack off at my own concert (Hey, hey)

Pussy boy, I know you weenies see me popping
Ballad Boy on a roll, ain't no sign of stopping
So molest that like button, I'm a skinny legend
In shop, killing beats, 'til I'm twenty-seven



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Writer(s): Peter Berle
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