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"Your acting like your ashamed
To be Dark skinned
Like I still love you for the
Dark skinned boy that you are, like, you know"
Before I rapped this verse, they told me spazz
Thought I was winning in that race till I got hurt, I finished last
Popeye's and Church's chicken, nigga
We save Cane's for last
Her moms would say I'm tripping
But she giving head for cash
He tried to scam, but ain't got VPN
So he gon' do the dash
She just left the fam
And got freaky on cam
I'm feeling bad
Clam like Chowder, backshots getting louder
Now she's screaming, DAD!
Asked for my location
We know 12 is chasing, he a fed
Said, you can't stay here
He gon' say I'm racist
Now that boy upset
Said, I can't let you
Just know when they catch you
I'll know what you said
The next morning, he was out, and it's a
(GLAHH!)
Right in his head
Hospitalized hole in his mouth
Deliver jellos to his bed
Find out where he stay
And we get his room number
I hope he don't think of you safe
Cause I know where you lay
So just stay inside for the summer
Said, you gon' hop out that V with the K
But your momma not letting you drive
With the bummer
I know some niggas
That play with the Drakes
They ain't hoppin' on live
They gon' shoot up a function
They like the battery bunny, they thumpin'
I know some niggas that scared to run ones
And they say they can fight, but they really be jumpin
I know some women that hop on a diet
And still eatin' donuts, they get it from Dunkin'
Jump out the gym thinkin' I can dunk
You play AAU, get your vowels
Confused, thinkin' that
You a chAmp, you a chUmp
Your man's got shot in the back with no splat
And we smokin' his pack, yeah, we rollin' it up
Yeah, we rollin' him up
And if you didn't get that last bar
Switch the A and U around
For champ That's tough
If you think about it
Let's go!
This nigga mad, I hit his hoe
Your momma bad
I'll let you know
She had asked me
Do I think it's fat
And then I said fasho
I don't even like eatin' that bread
But I get dough
Feelin' like Peter Pan
I'ma get Wendy's
She heard my music
She feelin' offended
I'm in the back of her tonsils
Like I was the dentist
I got 3 hoes (ho, ho, ho)
But you know I can't
Go down the chimney
She gave me head
In the back of the Denny's
Wearin' Dior
But she smelling like Fendi
Deep in her guts
And I'm hittin' her kidneys
I'm "all the man that she need" like she Whitney
It's really gettin' too easy, man, like, mm, mm, let me stop
To be Dark skinned
Like I still love you for the
Dark skinned boy that you are, like, you know"
Before I rapped this verse, they told me spazz
Thought I was winning in that race till I got hurt, I finished last
Popeye's and Church's chicken, nigga
We save Cane's for last
Her moms would say I'm tripping
But she giving head for cash
He tried to scam, but ain't got VPN
So he gon' do the dash
She just left the fam
And got freaky on cam
I'm feeling bad
Clam like Chowder, backshots getting louder
Now she's screaming, DAD!
Asked for my location
We know 12 is chasing, he a fed
Said, you can't stay here
He gon' say I'm racist
Now that boy upset
Said, I can't let you
Just know when they catch you
I'll know what you said
The next morning, he was out, and it's a
(GLAHH!)
Right in his head
Hospitalized hole in his mouth
Deliver jellos to his bed
Find out where he stay
And we get his room number
I hope he don't think of you safe
Cause I know where you lay
So just stay inside for the summer
Said, you gon' hop out that V with the K
But your momma not letting you drive
With the bummer
I know some niggas
That play with the Drakes
They ain't hoppin' on live
They gon' shoot up a function
They like the battery bunny, they thumpin'
I know some niggas that scared to run ones
And they say they can fight, but they really be jumpin
I know some women that hop on a diet
And still eatin' donuts, they get it from Dunkin'
Jump out the gym thinkin' I can dunk
You play AAU, get your vowels
Confused, thinkin' that
You a chAmp, you a chUmp
Your man's got shot in the back with no splat
And we smokin' his pack, yeah, we rollin' it up
Yeah, we rollin' him up
And if you didn't get that last bar
Switch the A and U around
For champ That's tough
If you think about it
Let's go!
This nigga mad, I hit his hoe
Your momma bad
I'll let you know
She had asked me
Do I think it's fat
And then I said fasho
I don't even like eatin' that bread
But I get dough
Feelin' like Peter Pan
I'ma get Wendy's
She heard my music
She feelin' offended
I'm in the back of her tonsils
Like I was the dentist
I got 3 hoes (ho, ho, ho)
But you know I can't
Go down the chimney
She gave me head
In the back of the Denny's
Wearin' Dior
But she smelling like Fendi
Deep in her guts
And I'm hittin' her kidneys
I'm "all the man that she need" like she Whitney
It's really gettin' too easy, man, like, mm, mm, let me stop
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Writer(s): Julien Sowell
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