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wanna fuck with the kid I ain't Cudi and I'm in the field like a player for rugby
Hit her one time now she claming she love me
Pour up in a monster this

wanna fuck with the kid I ain't Cudi & I'm in the field like a player for rugby
Hit her one time now she claming she love me
Pour up in a monster this

and away
Up and away now
Up and away now
Up and away
(Way up)
(Way up)
(Way up)
(Way up)
She just wanted to dance by the fire
I was tired
Even tho i do

on 730
A brand new pack like Kid Cudi
I smoke dope like Kid Cudi
Push up and get the slugs from me
I'm with all the shits (Grandma could be me)
We pull up

applause for me
And ay ay ay
Don't ever hold your applause for me

GQ man of the year, Cudi Drizzy and me
Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase
When

G'd Up, squad up, bitches always drinking nut
Girl don't call me on my phone, if you do I'm hanging up
If you know me by now, then you know I come

the indica he
Feel like kid cudi
Without any money 
Buddy buddy
With the indica he
Feel like kid cudi
Without any money 
Any money going right back in this

a Barbie (Yeah)
I'ma fuck these hoes (Ooh)
I'm on 730
Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)
I smoke dope like Kid Cudi
Push up and get the slugs

and turned nothing to somethin been waitin my turn now they wanna be buddies,
Been in the studio day n nite day n nite day n nite feel like kid cudi,
Bouta

and humid like an Anaheim?
I guess I'll never know Being as ugly as Frankenstein
I'm just a fugly buddy
And all alone at night
Like that song by Kid Cudi
In

up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old

of these lames, they a fuckin' lie (rah)

These bitches fuck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (buddy)
I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)
I

the reason (Uh), man guess he was right (Right, right, right)
Shouts out goes to Kid Cudi 'cause we in the day and night (Night)
Freestyle on it in my mind

a flute (what)
Say you love me but you can't tell me the truth (tell me the truth)
Not kid cudi at my show they not gone boo (they not gone boo)
Shout out

insomniac
My boys booked by the cops no cardiac
Hit em' up all red no Carti act
Rollin' down the street no Cadillac
I don't preform first I'm the closing act

seat
My boy got a deal on the KDs and he posted right there in that black Jeep
By the back porch, just pull up right here, I got everything you need

aren’t ready ‘less the king promotes the simpletons
I’ve had enough of big brother program for hypocrites
Kid finally gets some cudi day n nite he adds

a stand up guy so you know I won't fold
If she wanna fuck me then I'm on the same page
Feel like Kid Cudi
You can call me Mr. Rage
And I'm counting hunnids

And by 6:10 that's three fifths
Mad he mathematic but that just a fraction, cuz life about added up action
Time for division no common denominator that

Yeah you don't got me started, uh
Pedal to the metal bitch
Don't make me get my throttle up
Do you like Kid Cudi man
Don't make me get my bottle bruh

the hotbox (Cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot
(Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga
(Hey) i don't

Yeah
You know
I'm cool when it's just me all by myself
I'm cool when I'm in front of thirty thousand people
I'm cool when I'm with my chick
I'm

don't throw it away
Now she get touchy she tryna play tag
I'm smoking like Cudi, designer my bag

Throwing bands it's raining, fuck it
We going back

Cudi
Big thirst for the money
Quick turns in the whip
Make the whip groan like it's hungry
Insurance got a upwards curve
Must be 'cause the kid swerve