Artist/Band:
Odd Future
Lyrics for Song: Doms
Lyrics for Album: The Of Tape Vol. 2 [2012]
I'm a motherf*cking asshole
It's natural to act bashful in the presence of n*ggas with cash flow
I spaz ho, laying somewhere close to where the grass grows
Listening to jazz cause these n*ggas mad trash, yo
And that, kicking dust
My sh*t is ridiculous
Quickly put my d*ck in sluts who noes tend to be sticking up
Silly n*ggas, give it up
No person is sick enough
The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up
Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'ma need some f*cking head work
Talk you into anything
With talking, I'm an expert
Just talking to you n*ggas and it's sounding like my best work
Best work? For now, yes
With every drop I'm better
Better than the rest
These n*ggas apply pressure
These n*ggas, every verse is lyrically def to these n*ggas
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you n*ggas
Many men opposing me, no success for you n*ggas
And I'm still on my bullsh*t, loc'ing with a full clip
That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit
Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "what's good, b*tch?"
Nah, really, what's trilly hood, b*tch?
(?), n*gga extra mayo
That's the frigid heir billionaire Bruce Wayne flow
Show the f*ck out
Dunk on a n*gga and just hang yo
I'm a boss, n*gga
F*ck what it cost, n*gga
You wanna oppose me?
Chalk up a loss, n*gga
Get lost, n*gga, out my vicinity
Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy
And these haters won't get my energy
T the C, we did it, G
And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs
And yeah whatever
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