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russell! - thompson diner freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah yeah (back off man, i’m a scientist)
it’s that thompson diner
that 3 a.m. sh-t, 4 a.m., 5 a.m. sh-t
real sh-t real

[verse 1]
i swag a preem hoodie let them b-tches get excited
my whole crew dressing like we dealing but we ain’t gon’ get indited
sh-t i’m rolling to your party uninvited
but i don’t give a f-ck because we sn-tchin’ every single b-tch inside it
we gon’ get a late dinner at a diner
she gon’ order milkshakes and then she gon’ shake when i’m inside her
i ain’t caring if your mixtape fire, if you ain’t got the style then the people ain’t gon’ care, they ain’t gon’ like it
got some white friends chillin’ at the diner
she got the fattest -ss and nice hair then i’m finna high-fiver her
vote a motherf-cker off like survivor
f-ck being good at it i’mma be the greatest of all time
i said we party all night then hit the diner
baby i’m working with what i got and oh my god but b-tch i’m riding with some twins, one for danny, one for brian
skurt off in an uber, do my doing then we finishing the night boy!

[interlude]
ladies, ladies and gentlemen. the show is not done yet, we are just at intermission. are you enjoying yourself? i would just like to say to every man in the crowd present if you showed up with a female of any sort whether girlfriend, best friend, or any friend. just know one thing. she is not safe. squad!

she’s lit, he’s it too, and she’s lit too. i’m so drunk. chris are you lit? b-ttermilk chris are you lit? i’m f-cking lit! haha. lets go [?]. f-ck!

[verse 2]
b-tch my whole crew up on a wave, yeah we surfing
pistol on a hater like my name pee-wee herman
yeah i’m working harder than these other dudes that say they working
i’d rather buy a house but these dudes is drinking, buying b-tches purses
where they do that at, i’m riding in, i’m skurting
i’m in a furry bath robe still catching plays plus i’m shirtless
i’m in your girls apartment eating burgers
she gon’ take it all, show her t-tties, i’m like -thumbs up- “perfect”
i’m a city kid came up so suburban
but then my whole surrounding got too rowdy had some people do me dirty
its why i’m so paranoid and nervous
cause people might get smart and try to smoke me that jealousy ain’t a perk
thats why i’m staying ten feet [?] diner
she gon’ order chicken fingers and my fingers gone be all inside her
and that big body b-tch i admire, skurt, skurt
all up in that uber then we swaging all nighter
said i’m:

[outro]
yo, you already know what it is. it’s young papi bonito a.k.a. young dallos a.k.a. mr. venezuela a.k.a. “i just f-cked your b-tch in some gucci flip flops” and all that. i’m just chilling and your lady’s with me so just know i’mma f-ck your b-tch and then i’mma duck your b-tch. you know what i’m saying bruh? got em!

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