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king sama - everything goofy lyrics

[intro: king sama]
lord sama finesse
its 900 degrees in here
i’m literally sweating buckets of boogers
shout out to all the gupta’s out there
shout out to my iced tea…
gupta gang b-tch gupta gang or die
f-ck young money

[verse 1: king sama]
bad kid i’m an -ssh0l-
sweet sh-t from eating a bad apple
my fast slows so i rap mo’
can you grasp yo?
i’m spooning as i p-ssed fro-yo
i’m dodo doodoo bird dope
egg yolk when i burp smoke
don’t watch gimme a rolo
don’t hold gold that’s chased by the popo
hey michael! just p-ssed me a 4-0
chased it down with some potatoes. yolo.
i don’t blow smoke, but if you want you could blow mo’
chalky visions
i’m seeing foggy like blind pigones
i’m indifferent but obscure like green kittens
dump a bag of eighty piglets
and maybe sickness will run free once the blood pigments
misfit and misunderstood
cliche but i don’t give a f-ck

[hook x2]
stoop kids we’re nuisance
got glue sticks for ya hooligans
proving this
moving sh-t
no one knew i was doing this
no matter who you is just reach for true bliss

[verse 2: king sama]
gupta gang we’re mad insane
c-ck back and aim
and watch me b-tch go super sayen
i’m pure bread and i’m a one of a kind
to find a like one of me is just f-cking unkind
the f-ck i look like? a d-mn copy cat?
i’m magic mike mixed with peter pan
greedy kid with open hands
expect none then you won’t be upset
im not the rapper type but still want respect
goofy kids cause a wreck
crash land in canada instead
i’m h-ll bent and lack proper etiquette
i’m heaven sent and fall short from the elements
never negligent
just stay belligerent
ripping paper, and well,ever since
i’ve rapped my life into my skin
i’ll tattoo the truth just to prove to you
that real rappers approve of the new school

[bridge]
uh, yeah, lord sama finesse
you’re lucky to have me..

[verse 3: king sama]
weather its clear or not i’mma do it now
not a beastie boy but you can check-check me out
wells fargo closing old bank accounts
because what you love don’t always pay for proving grounds

stay up b-tches!
f-ck this rap sh-t!
your mom sucked my d-ck 80 times
then she made me a f-cking sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy!
and all my n-ggas in the back here
f-ck you ho

- king sama lyrics

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