Child

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm finna go in!
Here we go! Ah hahahahahahahahaha
Stop! Ah hahahahahahahahaha
Ridin' around the [?]
It's all NAG

[Verse 1]
Thank god for Skywlkr, really tryna get noticed
I firm my grip, with a beanbag whip, real boring, and have like, no tits
Most people don't understand why I don't think that I'm the man
Why the fuck you beating? You so fun, but really I'm just spinning it with my hand
Super beats for super me
Type of lyrics up on these keys
From the side, giddy up mean nowhere
Walk in the club, they say to leave
I like my girls with no hair
I'm the type of dude to fall down the stairs
By the way, I tried to get down, I really don't fucking care
I'm trying to impress people, and so I rap fast
Your girlfriend drinks cum out of a trashcan
Yeah I said it
She lean out, tasting [?] helps me eat the lettuce
My bed, yeah, I wet it
It's happened a few times
I ain't gonna lie
And if you make fun of me, bitch, I won't cry
But I'm used to it
But I act like I can rap around certain kids
And I ain't really takin' life too serious, bitch, I'm delirious

[Chorus]
I can rap
Oh man, motherfucker, bring it back
Yeah, yeah
Ain't got no hug for this shit
Ain't got no hug for your bitch
'Cause I don't get none
Yeah, round two, let's go, uh

[Verse 2]
Come on Scott, we rollin' in an expedition
More like ridin' side-by-side in tandem bikes like, who you kiddin'?
We some children, we emotional though
So it's easy to hurt our feelings
I'm fruity doughnuts with the cream filling
Your girlfriend sent to me that I'd forget her
So, I guess its time to stop being a creep and writing her letters
I'm the type to do [?] in chilly weather
Compared to you at rapping, though, I'm probably not better
Girlfriend leaves the house tomorrow and gets some fucking groceries
All she comes back with is pizza and doughnuts at least she's tryna kill me
'Cause she knows the doctor told me that I have high cholesterol
I'm the type of dude to tell my old ass dad to fucking suck my balls
In high school, I was the type of dude to get tripped in the halls
Why the fuck does everybody stare at us when we're at the mall
Like, do we really look that weird?
Sorry that I asked to put it in your girls rear

[Chorus]
I can rap
I think that I can bring it back again
Uh
I'd still spit on NAGROM, I'm pretty fuckin' bad, I'm terrible, I'm terrible
I'm terrible, I'm terrible
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to NEDARB NAGROM on this beat
Fuck it, (Ooh)

[Outro]
Did you like my song? Probably not (Ooh)
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