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Correct Double Cheeseburger Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Domo] Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free Shoot for the sky like a church league, y'all heard me Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds But I gotta apologize, no Greece like Xerxes Won't heat or burn me, I'm the coolest nigga here Usually defecation, now I'm pissing in your ear My tablet is the ratchet and the pistols in the rear I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here Metaphor, chilling with better whores Smoking then later on, I bone them like Skeletor What would I sell this for, this is free distribution Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch [Verse 2: Wolf Haley] Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip Of my dick, head, meltin' off and let it rip Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette Tyler the Creator invented some new shit And it's probably from the Illuminati, Nazi descent, so If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick When I'm Cheneyin' your daughter, she's tied up inside a tent, yeah Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents We're back like a black bitch's hairline indent The shit I represent is killin' niggas and shit That's why I traded R. Kelly my sister for a new hit I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigga, actor Or a Dahmer when he invited me in for cheese and crackers Just to watch the Grammys, man she's so attractive Now he's mad and tryna run me over out with Gacy's tractor Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green Supreme hats Like I was sponsored up by the fuckin' Packers Shittin' on niggas, my tongue considered a laxative Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace niggas is Low Card, Wolf Gang [Verse 3: Jasper] Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out Niggas in the street scared Cause I got the burner in the hand~ [Outro: Tyler] That shit was wack as fuck Don't ever rap again in your fuckin' life
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