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anye elite - truffle butt (truffle butter freestyle) lyrics

[anye]

yo speed it up
i wanna jump in that sh-t
yeah like double touch
im wanna spit it fast like
like i’m coming out the clutch

verse 1
everytime they say a f-ggot can’t spit
i go b-lls to the wall and start rapping bout a d-ck sh-t
i tell them every f-cking time s-x sells
n-ggas and b-tches and g-y n-ggas there don’t be no different
i could sell a red fitted to crip
if that n-gga wanna hit
he finna cop that sh-t
don’t get it twisted never no lewinsky
but he looking for brain and i’m looking or pinky
boy these on fleek
swear to f-cking god i’m getting better every week
if they’re coming for me
tell em have several seats
my album coming n-gga this is just a tease
is he maybach is he young money
i might be g.o.o.d music depend on what the got for me
do my own thing call it that funny money
i roll with my own crew so do something to me
i just be spitting my barz and smoking my weed
grammy weekend bottles flowing constantly
i just be singing my songs and doing my thing
yo i’m a f-ggot getting money yes indeed
like good lawd

verse 2
yo what the f-ck they gonna say about ye?
sh-t, cause that f-ggot he got game legit
i be checking these n-ggas like bobby fisher
yo, and these haters i leave em bitter
but wait i’m thinkin i need a coat
yessir my flow be that cold
uh-huh now what that make me?
the realest m.c. on the m.i.c
i’m bout that i.c.o. and that n.i.c sh-t
don’t nothing really be phazing me
see what’s crazy to you might be g*nius to me
so i keep on doing what comes naturally
ok take the cat i’ll take the dog (woof)
take the bench i’ll take the ball (swoosh)
hop out the window still didn’t fall
tell issac newton that i broke his law
ok uh, i didn’t fall…y-ss lawt

verse 3
picture this sicilly picture me
boarding a jet just to ki-ki
that mean chit-chat
then i fly right back
on my magic carpet yo where them dyk-s at?
you know my motto ching ching before the ding-ding
that’s what i be thinking everytime that the phone ring
and when the money right then it’s all hype
blunts blowing bottles popping like all night
hanging with the strippers and the p-rn stars
and waking up in the five stars
i’m that dude boy diva
i ain’t suntin him or her either
casue if i’m going in then you finna holla
take your top and a make them my bottom
take your top and and make them my bottom
turning haters into cheerleaders have them rah-rotten
yeah they rah rah cause i’m the f-cking best y-ss lawt
yeah they rah rah cause i’m the f-cking best y-ss lawt

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