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I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with Lame I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the f*ck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but it's none around town So I went Down South but I ended up North Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch And of course, my car's off course You're so white, my blinkers don't work I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a nigga's night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello I want to eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no) F*ck (Shit) and another one, there goes another one Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't f*ck with me But she will f*ck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went Tyler, what you doing? Shut the f*ck up! Uh umm You gon' fuckin' love me bitch Uhh Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake how we eat and your toes Cause I got a big fetish with the feet I just want somebody I can see You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this shit is turning to a habit I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way And truthfully girl you really make my day I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay And I can't even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Half your body laying on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast And I'm a just take another guess Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I don't give a f*ck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the f*ck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
Written by: Tyler Okonma
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