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a mule for the dope, no Diddy
Diamonds dancin' on my chest, no Diddy
But I blow a nigga car up like Kid Cudi's (huh?)
I'm on the yacht, takin' shots, no

freezing, bitch
Like my heart, like it's diseased, this music, you know I'm seizing it cus
This that classic hip hop shit, that shit that raised me as a kid

bitch)
And a nigga no Blac Youngsta but I'm tryna Kid Kid Cudi (Cudi)

Coolin' in the cut with my shooters (cut with my shooters)
Thirty clip hangin'

She be all up on my gram
Shawty asking bout a Kid
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
She say nigga sing for me
I just pulled up with my gang
It's the GANG GANG GANG
You

Kids See Ghost
Como Cudi
Fumando Murakami

Kids See Ghost
Como Kanye
Soy playboi y no Carti

Kids See Ghost
Como Cudi
Fumando Murakami

Kids See

reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble

Are you saying that

No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by

I was left out left me bad down
Way too busy I’m still working out how to get this cash out
Kid Cudi
Day n' nite I think I’m bout to spazz out

what's getting into buddy
But when you ain't fuckin with the kid
Come give me cudi
I could put it on you baby make you feel so lovely
Say your days been

do you see what I see
Smokin' on this weed
We've been bumping Kid Cudi
Think this life is but a dream
Do you see what I see
When I see you in my dreams

Kid Cudi on repeat 
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze 
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

Told her I'm a beast in
The sheets and the booth
Says she ain't believe me
Need to see some proof
Pulled out my demo, then pulled out a condom
Told her

when they see us they quiet
Don't ever fuck with me kid, I'm not Cudi
Don't play boy, like Carti
This hairy nigga got style
They surprised that a nigga

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

put VVS's all on me (Shh)
I'm having diamonds, ain't stunting
None of these clones
She gon' fuck the gang when
Me and SahBabii around
No, you ain't

Don't Play This Song

Mary J. Blige

Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager

2010

remember when I first had tree smoked
Black and Mild, how dumb of me now,
I'm grape cigarello man
Any young black kid a guaranteed fan
On a downhill grind

Hmm
Like kid Cudi I'm humming on em 
Hmm 
Her lash extensions Im cumming on em 
Hmmmm
Court gon request a summons on em 
Step out the Gatti like

about me, I ain't givin' no one favors (aye)
I- I- I ain't pickin' up the phone
Less it bout' some fucking paper
Leave that shit alone!
Smokin' on Cudi it

me some more
I cop bout the load, the plug serve by the ton
Poured up a four and I feel it in my gut
Gotta break the code, the key is no more love

a quitter
I ain't going out sad I ain't no sucker

Heaven help me I just wanna be free
Satan want that's worse than slavery
I'm trapped in my mind like kid

I got an addiction, I love countin' money
You fuck with the gang, man this shit ain't too funny
I got yo bitch moanin', you can call her Kid Cudi
We

the fuck you get on
Hard ass kick like Stalone
Leave me alone I don’t wanna be social
Chip on my shoulder big as Kid Cudi feature
For peace Ima skip

’m nothing to mess with
You wanna diss? Then just send me a message
“Lil” what? More like big dummy
I do it day and night, they should call me Kid Cudi
Hate

nigga)
Uh-uh
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-uh

Can't believe it, baby
No, you can't believe it, baby
Ridin' through the city and I'm coasting
Bitch, get off me

On me
That bitch want some bands that's All On me
But she won't get a dime from me

Trappen Day and night
Like I'm kid cudi
Trappen Day and night
Like I