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prob mob - no paprika lyrics

[intro: a$ap fox aka verses vergérus]

yo, this one goes out to all the kentucky lurkers
getting macked on by j. white
while he does bad karaoke
with cowboy bebob on in the background
lurkers, we’re here for you
prob mob represent
one love

[a$ap vhb aka balanced aka da werewolf aka j whiter aka quetzalcotl aka a$ap vezzini aka mc cup in front]

v-h-b, on the m-i-c, what the f-ck is holy lols trying to be?
censored: image of a punk–ss wanna be
slurpin’ artis-n-l bukkake
forget sofia and her v, like hair in the mirror, something you’ll never see
and let me give ya one tip about the women in your clip
they don’t want to eat your sausage
and they look like they’re being held hostage, so
i call the cops, report a crime, 911 holy lols trying to rhyme
and that’s fraud, cuz you a sucka, ya racist m-th-f-cka
“pic-sso en mi casa”? listen here, you stole from jay-z, so i’ll borrow from shakespeare
j white, lucky devil, don’t matter which, cuz a rose by any other name is still a punk b-tch
4:38 of wasted video technology
go back to school get your bs in s-m-nology

[hook: abs the pagan chanteuse]

you know very well who you are. you yell racist slurs from a moving car
you had soundcloud plays, but not that many, and that one retweet cost you a pretty penny

[a$ap pants aka adrienne rich homie aka gennnnerallisimo p]

pants on the track rhyme old school like wine in your cup
mad dog and andre don’t need no friend to write me up
prob the mob roll deep we get better and better
your mob’s applying to art school waitin on their letters
like you’re waitin on mom checks fake hex s-x and packin techs
check life after death but you black like barry convex
don’t know how y’all hacks be posing as thugs
when you been yelling at black folks: stop selling drugs
track like cronenberg body horror when we diss ya
i seen your video even your dog don’t wanna kiss ya
just like your internet dates, huh? you reppin dworkin?
you got that bondage poster how that workin
you never read andrea and you never read judith
butler or halberstam step back about to do this
dunk with haraway like hardaway i’ll posterize ya every chance
till you’re a blooper shout outs to bill dance

[hook: abs the pagan chanteuse and pierrot le fuccboi aka rap game jon arbuckle]

[a$ap clown aka mercedes benzo aka swish chalet]

squad forever young forget hans moleman
always win, don’t take ls, we just roll them
thinkin big, unlike you or gary coleman
you’re a white pinhead, we feel like bowling
green means money but also means go
i’m so lit right now i got so much flow
got money to spend, got so much to blow
ask me if i’ll stop, answer always be no
don’t need to eat fancy, can’t have no cheese
play games with us we’ll ghost you with ease
fly so far away can’t even feel the breeze
drop in the bucket, steph curry poppin’ 3s
whatever you say and whatever you do
you’ll always be fake and i’ll always be true
your game never came and you don’t have a brain
i’m done with you now – you know what i’m sayin?

[hook: abs the pagan chanteuse and pierrot le fuccboi aka rap game jon arbuckle]

[a$ap jugdish aka mc steal my sunshine]

jugdish
number one hair cut kid
rakish with the slim plaid tucked in
with the broad grin
snortin c0ke and drinking gin
holy lols invite us in
now he shook like parkinson
i set a h-rny precedent
when i ran for president
holy lols need medicine
b-tt hurt vicodin
paste skin paraffin

rhymes much sh-ttier than the last airbender
payin pr people to be your friends on camera
hasn’t got his d-ck wet since last november
picturin a p-ssy like “i can’t remember”
that’s
details, thread fails
holy lols your mother writes me f-ckin emails

my man
you look
f-cking cadaverous
i look f-cking fabulous

[hook: j. white]

it’s been a long day without you, my friend
and i’ll tell you all about it when i see you again

[a$ap bingo aka xanny & alexander]

ayo ayo what’s up everybody. this is bingo. i’m out here reppin the void. you know what i mean? it’s cold out here, i’ve been out here a long time, just trying to get back to some place warm. i’m high right now i’m sorry

the crust on your housemade pie was too crusty
can’t trust trust fund dudes like you for nothing
stay out your city, fear what i’d do
hunt for the lame with the mile high boots
a dash of fish oil does wonders for the broth
rap with hampton roth and laugh about desert goth
been on this bender for many moons
of the att-tude to consume
og in the pax2 and experimental stew
you’re just a deadeyed cartoon
the malice made me steal your chalice
and i fedexed it to bluemoon
billed it to the turban clad goon
it’s time to fall back and face facts:
no one cares, no one listens and no one follows back
i heard your sh-tboy falsetto
that was wack
and that dog was ready to attack
and no one in the slack is gonna cut you slack
we got them beignets and that loud pack
fall back kid, fall back

the balm boys’ll put you in a gurney
catch me on the other side hang-gliding with ernie

[a$ap stakeout aka trill nighy]

my freshman beef was with generic the hater
tbh, your name reminds me to buy toilet paper
to wipe up my -ss while i puff on my vaper
a hundred thousand motherf-cking sh-t posts later
still making threads, i’m up on the grind
if i’m so boring, why’d ya go and lose your mind?
and don’t you think that maybe it was unwise
to get all “its hard out here for all us guys”
and then you had to go and apologize
to a goth
from the desert to his girl’s kitchen table
he drinks more of his own jizz than i watch cable
you call yourself a cook, but overuse the paprika
head bigger than your body, i call that reverse zika
life after debt, man, that’s some clever sh-t
did you come up with that or is that a vice magazine bit??
speaking of vices, i’m stuck in the middle
between going clean or full on bingo little
let’s take our tuxedos and hit the beach
this tequila’s gonna go great with the clorox bleach

[soulful crooning:]

bleach, baby, get the bleach
tequila and bleach
oh, baby, get the bleach

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