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ofuh real - non fuck giver lyrics

i used to go hard
but now i just go much harder
how hard is that?
it’s harder than smoking weed underwater
every song i jump on i dump on with no courtesy flush
in 35 seconds i puff 36 blunts
the blunts i smoke man they so fat
i got people saying “is he smoking a baseball bat?”
and my mom thinks smoking weed is a terrible hobby cause i get blunted till i look like i got cerebral palsy
“that’s cold man” my bad that’s not nice
swear to god i’m so cold blooded my veins got frostbite
f-ck being a grown -ss man
i’m young and immature
hoes calling me like “i’m pregnant”
and i’m like brrr (dial tone)
you’re on you’re own b-tch f-ck it
why’s there always gotta be hoes tryin to pull you down like crabs in a bucket
they don’t even member my face when they hit doggy style
cause by the time they turn around i’m nowhere to be found
(where’d he go?)
i f-ck your b-tch better than you could
have her eyes roll back like a black chick goin mmmhmm
mmmmmm
this is some potent doja
if i take one more hit ill probably slip in coma
ay why you laughing huh?
“man this weeds got me knocked out like a white boy saying go back to africa”
that’s what’s up
quit rapping bruh
don’t even make this your occupation
yeah you spit crack but i spit a whole operation
who my favorite mc? n-body but me
i sh-t on em cause they ain’t nothing but porta-potties with feet
the only way you can convince me you’re a better mc b-tch
is if i write the rhyme that you dissed me with
that was some deep sh-t lemme press rewind
(rewinding)
nah ahead of my time even wrote my k!ller a letter n sh-t
it reads i ain’t even mad at you heavens the sh-t

i open the backwood blunts and pack em up
like mexicans in a family truck
that’s what’s up
i’ll sn-tch your blunt
slap you and say your dad’s a punk
after i smash your b-tch i throw her in traffic what
i’m bitter
i be sticking a b-tch n-gg-
stripping him in the winter
kicking him in the river
and putting it up on twitter
i’m so vicious
lighting up trees year round it don’t have to be christmas
at my funeral you see pounds of weed in my pocket so when they cremate me i’ll be hotboxin in my coffin
i’m popping a pill i’m feeling so c-cky n sh-t
i ball on your b-tch till my d-cks covered in slobber n spit
your baby mama’s the sh-t
she let me hit that
and after i hit it i ate all of her kids snacks
i got your girl brushing her teeth with my privates
she goes down quick like suicidal pilots
i’m responsible
i’ll never drink drive
i’ll p-ss out in the baby seat let my two year old son drive
if i catch my son high this is how imma punish him
i’ll take all of his weed and smoke the sh-t right in front of him
the rap game is plain it makes me sick
everyone’s lame so it automatically makes me sick
f-ck a conversation b-tch
talk to the d-ck
you’re crying cause a relationship?
chop off your d-ck
i had a nightmare that i gave my wife my whole check
then woke up in a cold sweat like thank god that’s over with
the thought of me settling down and married is scary like i’m reading the paper and see my face in obituaries
going all out for a b-tch risking your life
you dudes are dumber than robbing a gun store with a knife
f-ck a dinner and movie i just want to get all up in you
and let you choose anything you want off the dollar menu

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