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Дата выпуска: 25.06.2020
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Язык песни: Английский
HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS |
Ayo, this shit is all jokes so like |
Shut the fuck up |
Ayo, tell Eminem to shave his beard and get back on that vicodin |
Bleach his hair and call both his mother and wife a ‘bitch' |
When I see Lil Xan, I’ll be ready to get violent |
He’s got a gun but when he sees me, he’s just gonna slice his wrists |
I don’t need to fight Lil Baby, I did the research |
Just slip a perc in his drink watch him die from a seizure |
The fuck I look like asking for a Chance feature? |
I’ma force his wife and daughter to rock a Kazuo t-shirt |
I’ll cheat on Cardi B and probably never feel pitiful |
Then snitch on 6ix9ine for some shit he didn’t do |
I don’t give a fuck, shit on my life I want hate |
The type to do a drive by on an ex/X, Jahseh |
When it gets ugly my face will be still pretty |
I’ll jump Chris Brown in the body of Lil Dicky |
While wearing some Fenty makeup as Karreuche chills with me |
Forcing Royalty to watch then afterwards kill Trippie |
Yeah yeah, I’m an asshole but I bag hoes |
I’ll lynch the new Kanye while rocking a Klan robe |
And have the sound of him choking later used as a sample |
By the old Kanye like *choke* (he fucking snapped bro) |
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove |
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do |
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no) |
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no) |
Yo switch the beat |
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove |
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do |
Y’all mind if I wild out? |
Y’all mind if I wild out? |
Okay okay okay, my shits so fire Drake probably wanna jack it |
I’ll go to France, find his hidden son then kidnap him |
I’ll fuck Kylie while having a session with Travis |
Then collab with Brockhampton and call Kevin a fa- |
-ntastic artist, damn I love to start shit |
Lets just admit it, French Montana is retarded |
He’s the weakest out the BX, him and Russ are fucking garbage |
Y’all already knew that let me go to another topic |
I don’t give a fuck if Logic will never like me |
Cause he look the type to think mayonnaise is spicy |
Biracial my ass look at his skin complexion |
Every time that nigga says ‘nigga' I get offended |
NF is the reason I’m a proud as fuck athiest |
Play his shit? I’d rather fuck James Charles with Jay Z lips |
I won’t fight Yachty even though i got the meanest hook |
I’ll tie him to a chair and makes his dumbass read a book |
I wanna slap Anderson Paak’s forehead |
That nigga make great music though, no more said |
I’ll bring Rocky back to Sweden for torment |
I’m pissed that still we don’t have no Iggy porn yet |
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove |
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do |
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no) |
Y’all mind if I wild out? (Hell no) |
Yo switch the beat |
I don’t got much to lose and got nothing to prove |
So, get out my way I got fuck shit to do |
Y’all mind if I wild out? |
Y’all mind if I wild out? |
Listen Cole and Kendrick y’all may be the most respected |
All the shit y’all showns impressive, yo dead ass there’s no contesting |
Aura, presence, flow, inflections, guarantees y’all both are legends |
But this is an open letter showing I’m the dopest present |
And my sole intentions to go from no attention to going reckless |
Taking over the culture setting bars so high it’s over heavens |
Copacetic pure aesthetics, coming from the Tokyo peasant |
A force to reckon that’ll overdose on coke due to chronic formed depression |
Don’t you get it? Cordae got a rival, it’s me |
Fuck a Big Sean album I’d rather die in my sleep |
Shit that nigga better swing Jhene Aiko to me |
Gimme the word I’ll fucking go and snuff Tyler for free |
Yo If Rico really nasty I’ma shit in her mouth |
If I gotta collab with Curry for some infinite clout |
Then just like a Nicki verse I’ll be skipping it, ouch |
Fuck Carti I’m the biggest ignant dick and I’m proud |
I’ll call up every Blood to run up on Vince Staples |
Then he’ll really be a Crip (leave that nigga disabled) |
I’ll be the one to shoot Nas, you old heads are trash |
And then force y’all to listen to Lil Wayne while getting stabbed |