F.S.U.
MASS DEMP
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FSU, FSU, FSU… Harley Boy, skirt on ‘em… In the kitchen and it’s Taysty. F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! Alarm in my head Said I’m not dead… Woke outta bed, Leggo get ‘dis bread All of my people stay fed. Whites round my pupils’ turnt red. Leavin’ bitches on read Bitch, it’s whatever I said! Doin’ it my way instead, It goin’ down like a sled, Goin’ down sledge hammer. Tits ‘n’ ass, glitz ‘n’ glamour… My country grammar Offendin’ your grandpa, Grindin’ all up on your grandma. I’d hold my own in the slammer, Skirt… Porsche Panorama… See me dey pullin’ out cameras, Can’t even hold up a candle. Gucci sandals, gift from Santa, Desiigner panda, My views is panoramic. Built a brand independent In a pandemic rules all broke, From my bendin’, said it, I meant it. Johnny Dang is my dentist, I’m Dennis Rodman, the Menace, Prayin’ like Mantis, Servin’ like Sampras, FSU world is my campus. Paintin’ my canvas wit Diamonds is dancin’, Got a list of demands 11th commandment: Take what they handed and-jus… F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! Finish Him! Ima Mortal Kombat finish you, Hustle like the goddamn rent is due, Yeezys my tennis shoe, I run shit diarrhea, Lotta raps in my diary, ah… Like aids or the HIV, Ain’t no one fuckin’ wit me. Ballin’ phenomenally, Boy got trajectory Half-court deep Shootin’ fo’ three. I’m an anomaly, Animal mixed wit a beastly. Ain’t doin nothin’ for free, From now chargin’ a fee, Playin’ for keeps, Prayin’ for peace, But leavin’ ‘em Dead an’ deceased. When I eat I feast, Inda kitchen snackin’ on Taystybeats. Sweetness is rottin’ my teeth Turnt black as the Sabbath Workin’ my magic… Pull a rabbit out a hat quick, Scorin’ a hat trick, Legit picked up a habit, Equipped wit ‘dis rap shit, Dipping an dabbin’ They trippin’, I’m trippy. My weed sticky-icky. You draftin’? Pick me. Believe it or not? Ripley. Weight of the game I been liftin’ Giftin’ anyone’s ears that been listenin’! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! F*ck shit up, f*ck shit up! Harley Boy, skirt on ‘em… In the kitchen and it’s Taysty.
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