Monopoly
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
I don't got a label, if I did well they'd be droppin me
I can't tell a fable, probably fuck up all they policy
Better my biography, fill out my philosophy
Really I'm the shit, like damn bitch, honestly
Bunch of point 9s, 'cause you ain't quite a G
Bunch of dull knives, boy you couldn't cut a flea
Bitches gon' be bitches, you know Im just gon' be me
You spillin all your tea, I'm sippin by the beach
While doubling my digits, fuckin' all their bitches
Of course I'm only kidding, but then again I'm fibbin'
The fucks that I be givin' 'bout as much as Peter Griffin
Shawty always bitchin bout the way that I be livin cuz I
Blew a whole check on a red and pink Lex
Then she seen me in a dream, riding 'round on T-Rex
Shuttin down town, drunk, smoking cigarettes
Woke up in the mornin screamin' "baby whats next!?" told her
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
I see a bunch of corny rappers, scared to leave the house
Sittin' on the couch, quiet as a mouse
I see a bunch of kidnappers, jackin all my sounds
Tryna feel me out, fuck is that about?
Well I guess it must suggest, I'm the best, well I guess
And I really ain't impressed, by a rapper that's depressed
Pumpin out ya chest, bitch you just cut off your breasts
Pussy 'tween ya legs, buddy give that shit a rest!
Now I just pulled in that all black S4
Yelling "fuck y'all" as I'm hanging out the window
Ain't no tint though, let you see your bitch bro
Bet you never thought she'd have baby by a gringo
A bimbo, yeah that's the shit I sin for
Know they told me notta but I went and then I did so
A dingo, yeah that's just what live for
I just came to rage boy I ain't one to mingle
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
I don't got a label, if I did well they'd be droppin me
I can't tell a fable, probably fuck up all they policy
Better my biography, fill out my philosophy
Really I'm the shit, like damn bitch, honestly
Bunch of point 9s, 'cause you ain't quite a G
Bunch of dull knives, boy you couldn't cut a flea
Bitches gon' be bitches, you know Im just gon' be me
You spillin all your tea, I'm sippin by the beach
While doubling my digits, fuckin' all their bitches
Of course I'm only kidding, but then again I'm fibbin'
The fucks that I be givin' 'bout as much as Peter Griffin
Shawty always bitchin bout the way that I be livin cuz I
Blew a whole check on a red and pink Lex
Then she seen me in a dream, riding 'round on T-Rex
Shuttin down town, drunk, smoking cigarettes
Woke up in the mornin screamin' "baby whats next!?" told her
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
I see a bunch of corny rappers, scared to leave the house
Sittin' on the couch, quiet as a mouse
I see a bunch of kidnappers, jackin all my sounds
Tryna feel me out, fuck is that about?
Well I guess it must suggest, I'm the best, well I guess
And I really ain't impressed, by a rapper that's depressed
Pumpin out ya chest, bitch you just cut off your breasts
Pussy 'tween ya legs, buddy give that shit a rest!
Now I just pulled in that all black S4
Yelling "fuck y'all" as I'm hanging out the window
Ain't no tint though, let you see your bitch bro
Bet you never thought she'd have baby by a gringo
A bimbo, yeah that's the shit I sin for
Know they told me notta but I went and then I did so
A dingo, yeah that's just what live for
I just came to rage boy I ain't one to mingle
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
We don't give no fucks, really I'm all what they wanna be
Ye ain't got no guts, I just ran a colonoscopy
We just turnin up, probably film a por-na-nog-graphy
I ain't in rush, I ain't playing mo-no-nopoly
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