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hot sugar - future primitive art school lyrics

[intro: kool a.d.]
bieber
bieber
wow
bieber
bieber
bieber
wow

[hook: kool a.d.]
future primitive art school
y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
future primitive art school
y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
future primitive art school
y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
future primitive art school
y’all don’t really want it, nah-nah nah-nah nah

[verse 1: kool a.d.]
cool moon social, yung dinner party
yung swimming pool, leisure cl-ss
really fool
my mood is boughetto
some say too mellow
others say “dude, he’s a cool fellow”
the gold will remold you
not a wonderland, never told truth
look at all the cookies i sold you
last girl scout, future primitive art student, part truant
soul rebel, my soul level is plasmatic
oceanic, my lifestyle is tight magic
my grapple is too chapel
my scramble to too ample
vamp on an amplified sample
toasts up on the spectac-get-back
not your average wetback
look at all the clocks i done set back
create or destroy, or step back
both on the same track
both on the same track
head feel like a thousand bucks, that’s a brain-wrack
after that, see me on the train, on the train track
blood, i think i’m mack maine, black
rap game, half game, rap, half trap, half this, half that, half laugh track
this a problem, fifth world
[…] plot raised up
[…], girl

[hook]

[verse 2: big baby gandhi]
i never went to art school
i think art is f-cking dumb
i say what i want, got green card, i never run
my name on the internet, i don’t f-ck with google
lookin’ out my window, my snipe game through the roof
bad freak on my d-ck, now it’s on and poppin’
now we rockin’, rollin’, got my pockets swollen
yeah the top is open, and the ho is shooken
how you gonna moan so loud and show no emotion?
i mean, i think that i love it, i ain’t really complaining
this pimp game on a budget, out the frame like a painting
every time that we f-cking, i’mma glove like payton
one glove like michael, two gloves like mickey
two bucks in this city, i got drunk and p-ssy
they say they never stunk a skunk that’s stinky
all y’all cats talk a bunch of sh-t, b
so eat a d-ck to the punks that diss me

[hook]

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