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    [Verse 1]
    Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
    I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
    Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
    The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room
    I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
    I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
    Black your eye like will. I. am, you Willy Wonka
    That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
    Ak-47 my business partner, business is swell
    French kiss a bitch
    she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
    I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
    Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
    From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
    I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
    These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
    Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
    Uh, glory, hallelujah
    Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
    I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
    I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
    And now you sleep
    I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
    You wake up to this chopper tool
    it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
    I'm awkward, cuckoo
    I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
    I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

    [Verse 2]
    I'm awkward, cuckoo
    I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
    I'm hotter than Honolulu
    my clothes and socks and shoes new
    I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, Fubu
    Make everybody that knew you boo-boo
    I got them spooked too
    I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
    I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
    My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
    I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
    Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
    My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
    Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
    I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
    But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
    These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
    I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
    I whip the work like tartar sauce
    you want it hard or raw, huh?

    [Verse 3]
    Uh, glory, hallelujah
    Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
    Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
    Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
    I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
    Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
    Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
    It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit
    and you party poopin'
    Lord, oh, Lord

    [Verse 4]
    Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
    I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
    The broads' elated, my boys are faded
    my car's the latest
    My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
    She caught the babies
    she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
    We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
    I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
    I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
    Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
    Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
    That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet
    we need our privacy'
    Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
    Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
    No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
    No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
    It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

    [Verse 5]
    Uh, glory, hallelujah
    Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
    My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
    You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
    My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
    My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless
    she poppin' roofies
    I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
    You are not immune to this kind of music
    you got 'em, Tunechi
    You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

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