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Correct Nebraska Mm Vs Es Lyrics
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Earl Sweatshirt
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Correct Nebraska Mm Vs Es
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Yeah, I'm eatin' shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca Bumpin' Flocka, fuck the drama Marijuana, been as calming as the fuckin' Dali Lama Your style common as a little league sponsor, from retarded kids fathers I'm a meetings shaking hands and adding comma's to my net worth Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt This the same effect, and less words Chillin' with this asshole who calls himself Sweatshirt This might be some of my best work Let these bitches dive in, head first Applyin' pressure when I put together letters I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter These hidden treasures filling better than a million sweaters in Alaska Your raps are corny as, Nebraska Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya High as nasa on acetone, acid foam Talking trash like John Mcenroe You a lil bitch, that's what the fuckin' cabbage patch is for Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult Up above my castle's moat, right into my fuckin' throne They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on?" Hell's chariot creepin' Her exposure's indecent Roll is similar to bakers dough, a bun in the oven Karma couldn't make her save it though Just playin' my music, you see I speak to her endangered soul God's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke Bitch, I really go bumpin' tonight Whether wrong or right, we rushing them right You know it's never been much for a fight But I don't really wanna be that nigga, I black out And you don't really wanna see that, nigga I mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hood You know it make us think revenge when the recipe cook Shoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shook I rap better than most these rap veterans Words so real that they had to be said again Speak sedatives, sedidate and we can set it off Pray I never let that weapon off So before I said what I'm done, so I write easier That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee If you comin' then God speed to you son to me Don't speak to me, quit it, I'm stuntin' Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs Sweaty want the dumb cash I'm done with bus ridin' She made the mistake for thinkin' he gave a fuck bout it' Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door Flow got the mouth, doin' duties like the task force Doobie and a passport, standing with a path forks Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I asks for Wayne trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switchin' through lanes Handling business on my side of the line were they ain't havin' it You know that sweet talk is cheap Nigga's ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read Stockin' stairs, really him Fresh from out the piggy pen If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch City burnin
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