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Correct ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE Lyrics
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[Intro] Throw your hands up Throw your hands up [Verse 1: Riff raff] Let the pad thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen I'm serving fresh [?] parking lot Winn Dixie I poured the melted hockey puck into the dixie cup Jump out the [?] truck and then I hiccup [?] seat belt hotter than a patty melt I spoke vivid vocabulary words to make sure I was felt They didn't feel me Frostbite touch my earring I wouldn't let you near me Fall back, you hard at hearing I rock the stormtrooper shades just to evade you ace of spades Just so you don't evade my mental drapes Just to ensure that we don't make eye contact Ask me to tag you in a photograph and I won't call you back What has [?] with random dudes Think invisible clout in a digital console Can blur the lines of unparalleled realms and abstract gold I wouldn't even let you watch me paper fold, you might taint my soul I hate to use the word hate but I hate to procrastinate I hate I had to elevate just to further separate from you cakes and fakes You sponge soft heathen, don't have no business breathing I made forty grand last weekend, I was sleeveless While you was sleeping ask your granny where the grilled cheese is I pray for the Lord's [?] blessings and resurrection While you're scrolling through the Instagram comment section Yeah I valet the Coupe in [?], I left the roof down for vape Fn on my waist Yeah khaki commando, the Lambo on my lap Who the fuck is Riff raff? Yeah I'm cocky when I rap You should go to Planet Fitness 'cause you're tacky and you're fat Your grey Hanes shirt sweat stain on the back Mom pats your back and laughs when you running laps Bought the [?] Bentley for the Prada parking space You ain't worth minimum wage, I can see it in your face Riff [Verse 2: Dirt Nasty] Yeah baby You can hear the piano, I'm Tony Soprano And I'm not like Rambo when I'm wearing the camoflauge It's a mirage, butt fuck you in the garage Underwater flows are magic Scuba stands for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus Doing [?] with merlins I opened up the Persian curtains, it's a whirlwind Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff But we seem to get along at the taco truck He was telling me some awful stories I'm like "Bitch, pass the guacamole" Uno, dos, three, six, I was never good at arithmetics Me and Riff Raff taking acid trips And we're coming to your town, hide your chicks Pedal to the metal in the Pontiac Buick Civic [?] to pre-teens, who you kidding Single man, I single handedly diminish Dolly Parton, my French braids I ain't finished Still act tight though, right in the glory hole Looking like a unicorn from [?] On the Maury Show, I had the episode Five [?] dmt down in Mexico My whole life been a series of bad decisions Now I just pet dogs and laugh with children At the strip club, I'm alone in the corner I paid $300 bucks just to get a boner Crying tears of Almond Joy, she smells like cocoa butter Doing coke in a stolen Toyota Tundra I read books on drugs, yeah I'm learning man I fly a ufo right into Burning Man I want deep intellectual conversations You on Instagram looking at your notifications Weak humans, you all need stimulation I meditate naked on a lake in Jamaica I quit weed so I could analyze my wet dreams Life ain't always what it seems It ain't always what it seems, nope Ain't always what it... Uh-uh
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