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young outlet - microwave rap lyrics

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[dialogue]
oh my god, dude, i’m so f-cking hungry. ugh. i need some popcorn right f-cking now dude
xonthebeat
let’s go

[verse]
yeah, i’m icier than jack frost, how much you think my whip cost? (how much)
been pulling strings and moving things, a mastermind like rick ross
it’s clear that you just broke, i dive back in and take a stroke
i ain’t afraid to get my feet wet, my designer ain’t a joke

yeah, i’m rich– it’s true
that strip? it’s blue
all this gucci and versace, that sh-t come straight from the loom (fresh)
yeah, you said i wouldn’t make it but you said that way too soon (skrt skrt)
to be honest, i been balling ever since i left the womb

you can see that i been dunking, you ain’t even touch that rim (nope)
i put my money over thots, that’s why you’ll never catch me simp (simp nation)
call me tom brady or michael jordan, all i do is win (win)
my bank account a run-on sentence while your sh-t looks like a pin, yeah

[dialogue]
has the popping stopped, do you think?

[verse]
the popping never stops when i’m around, like amylase i break it down
you know that i’m a master of this sh-t and y’all just act like clowns (honk honk)
n0body come from my home town, in life you either swim or drown–

[dialogue]
do you think i should take it out yet? nah, i’m gonna leave it in a little bit more, i think. i’ll just leave it in a little bit more. i mean sh-t, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

[verse]
you tried to rush with your new album now we call that sh-t a fumble (recovered)
and who’s heard of you, or thinks you’re good? i’m tinder and you’re bumble
i yelled out “hey google, tell me who’s the motherf-cking best!”
and that lil thing said back to me, “it’s clearly you, there’s no contest” (true)

soon these racks will fill my room and i’ll have shelf sp-ce for my plaques
and i don’t mean the kind a dentist cleans, they’ll stop you in your tracks (they will)
i’m bout to go crazy like a colonist with a new tax
and how come all these kids be hatin’ me just cus i’m spitting facts? (no printer)

i’ve been making gains in the game, yeah we call that sh-t a first down
think my private jet just landed, call that sh-t a touchdown
skin is pale, but you’ll never catch me ghost writing
and don’t f-cking say that you the best, that rapping crown is my thing, yeah

[dialogue}
dude, it’s f-ckin’ burnt. the popcorn’s f-cking burnt, ugh. f-ckin- ugh. guess the track was too fire, huh? guess the song was too fire. well, that’s what you f-ckin get

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