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Then I'd be your blueberry lollipop
And then I'd love you 'til I make you pop
Strawberry bubblegum
Then I'd be your blueberry lollipop
Little girl won't
Then I'd be your blueberry lollipop
And then I'd love you 'til I make you pop
Strawberry bubblegum
Then I'd be your blueberry lollipop
Little girl won't
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
hand
'Cause we need each other
We gotta love each other

Yeah

Born with your back to the god
Who picked you up by your puppy scruff
Angry
rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will
thing
Drop, drop
You better pop that thing
Pop, pop
You better chop that thing
Everybody turn it up

Show me love
Show me light
You're everything that I
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet 
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet 
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Don't ya love it?
Don't ya love it, yeah?

Gotta
your end looks fine
But the forecast's grim down mine
I'm no gamble better understand
I like to know the story plan
People say I got no sense
But
Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock!
If you record without thought then stop
Because I'll serve your whole album with the goddamn beatbox
your love)
So please come here (Give me some)
And gimme some (Come and gimme some)
(Yummy, yummy bubblegum)

I'll be your love shop, baby, tonight.
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet 
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
live in condos
And every morning I feel like Alonzo
Number one on the pop charts and your moms know
Every time I pull up, there's a car show
Young
To have my heart invaded
By the fervour of your passion
Yes, I came to be persuaded

But when I heard your ragged voice
Something switched in my
up at the bus stop, she was soft and smooth
Talkin' bout what could pop out and hit the roof
Then she said somethin bout the cost
Man, that same bus
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet 
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
home, baby, West Coast boy,
I get more love than Helen of Troy.

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap,
I make
of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit tight
See I'm 30 in
mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum
What I'm doin is not your business
But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? 
Cause
East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so
frightening
Stifling all in love
By the end of the night
And I, want a big "Don John"
To pop a few woodies
And make the john last long
Ex, now you can
obstacles
It's optimal, to pop your skull
You don't want to see Necro's spine bludgeoned or dismembered
And shut up and help me find something kid I've
cities like Mt. Vesuvius
You jealous jerks - I'll rip you out your Perry Ellis shirts
Write a rap on the map and show you Hell on Earth
I pop fly shit, you