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token - doozy lyrics

[intro]
(shyea!)
ahem, yeah
ha ha ha, this sh-t is… it’s just stupid
look

[verse]
when it comes to the way i act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though
fans know with the rap flows, got a cr-p-load
ammo like i’m castro when he had foes
that go like a gat go—(buh-dih-dat, bo!)
ha ha ha (i don’t know what you’re saying!)
this sh-t is so stupid
when it comes to the way i act bro, got the backbone, not the traps though
fans know, with the rap flows, got a cr-p-load
ammo like i’m castro when he had foes
that go like a gat go—(buh-dih-dat, bo!)
yeah, so, at my last show, in the back row;
bad hoes, tried to grab those like a l-sso
that goal never has sold, ’cause i’m bashful
that’s no f-cking fact though; i’m an -ssh0l-
ha, see, lil’ weirdo?
i don’t get what you’re trying to be, lil’ weirdo (ha ha!)
everything you send me i don’t read, lil’ weirdo
with the way i’m living i don’t need lil’ weirdos (no!)
oh, and you trying to be calling me lil’ weirdo?
oh! you a mean lil’ weirdo
need therapy, lil’ weirdo
i don’t really give a little mini sh-t about any of these lil’ weirdos (ow!)
rappers always walk up to me in the show venue (yeah!)
ask me for a feature i tell them, “sir, no thank you” (no!)
i should just be honest, i don’t mean to offend you
but you should probably get better ‘fore i molest you
i got the flows and the patterns to make a rapper lose control of his bladder
a soaking wet mattress with p-ss on the sheet, do this religiously, tell the pope and the pastor
and most of these rappers are jokes and i have to just hold in the laughter like, “what?”
yeah, “what?”
how the f-ck you suck that much?
oh, i got a pretty fan waiting in the minivan, dumber than a brick and, man, i don’t really give a d-mn
she want me to give a d-mn follow on the instagram
baby, that’s a big demand for a little, little tramp
“woah!” now she calling me a pr-ck again? really, man?
tell her, “suck a d-ck,” like it wasn’t already in her plans in advance
all the jewish, 80-year-old women that my grandma be—
(grandma?)
—showin’ all my music to is gon’ hear that profanity (uh oh)
and think that i did it just to embarr-ss my family
ugh, i’m sorry, yo, i’m awful, i know, shabbat shalom
you can tell i got the jewish awkward nose, what the f-ck is up with that obnoxious bone?
just look at the amount that my nostrils hold, none of you motherf-ckers are strong as those (none!)
ha, i got a bodybuilder on my face!
(i am a bodybuilder!)
ha, step to me, i’ll smell you from miles away [-sniffs-]
eureka! you reek of:
weak talent that needs practice and cheap fabric that needs fashion (yup)
extreme yappin’ that needs action and mean braggin’ that needs absence
you reek of sadness, i reek of savage, you reek of has-been, i wreak havoc (wooh!)
look, performing when the moon’s out, meetings during the daytime (daytime)
i sat down with g*nius, they sat down with one at the same time (same time)
i broke down my lyrics, i’m the only one that can break mine (break mine)
i broke down the barriers for a kid living a man’s life
d-mn right (d-mn motherf-ckin’ right), give me a couple of years and standby
i’ll transcribe every single one of my thoughts into a franchise
at 17 i told the label that i grew up listening to that i can’t sign
they don’t want me to sound underground, well they don’t know i’m a landmine
(boom!)
blow up in they face, woah, hold up a minute (hold up)
you said i said that i’m a fan, no the f-ck i didn’t
no the f-ck i didn’t
you got sh-t to work on, before i can say it
you’re putting words in my mouth, just ’cause n0body will ever put your words in their playlist
i spit a flow and everyone gets quiet out of amazement (amazement!)
you spit a flow they get quiet ’cause everyone hates it (f-ckin’ hate it)
you will never work in the booth with me, don’t get frustrated
i barely do features ’cause i can only record b-tt naked
facts, so next time you ask for a feature
i’ll -ssume that you’re asking to see my -ss, i’ll p-ss (g-y!)
that is my best feature, by the way
i just taught the teacher how to learn and preacher how to pray, there’s levels to this sh-t
i jumped to get mine, i’m the ultimate, newer entrepreneur
you’re looking old and done with your life (huh?!)
you could fit a bucket of fries, a couple of knives, and oven supplies in the bags under your eyes
to be honest i only really be going fast for everybody that be telling me that it’s stupid (go)
because i don’t really want to do it but i kind of want to do it only because they really don’t want me to do it (true!)
so i’ma do it, they tryna be biting me but i don’t even think that they can chew it, if you can do it, then motherf-cker prove it
i want to see it, i want to see it, i want to believe it, but you’re deceivin’, i see it, i see your secret, i see it (yeah!)
i don’t really want to be the one to leak it, f-ck it, man, i kind of want to be the one to leak it
every time that you’re copying someone or recycling yourself i can tell you got no confidence that is needed (wooh-uh!)
i’ll never say i’m fearin’ ya when i put a divine fear in ya
you’ll always be my inferior, you fit the criteria, b-tch [breathes]
calm down, god d-mn it
i tend to lose my cool when they call me hotheaded
oh, did i break your equipment? aw, i’m sorry!
next time you threaten to sue me, just do it
i want someone to diss
i want someone to quit
just because what i spit
made them cry like a b-tch (b-tch!)
tell the captains recruit me
i’ll take a p-ssionate dookie, on every rapper that knew me
then i’m back to the studi’ like “that was a doozy”
goodbye!

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