17.Steak Sauce
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that b＊tch tell on me, I'ma do a f＊ckin' drive-by in her
colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her f＊ckin' ass beat
F＊ck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker b＊tches scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is dope because the pipe
And nope you can't have a hit unless you gimme the light
We be burnin' dirty rocks with a light switch
B＊tch n＊gga, you about as hard as a dikes clit
I'm goin' as hard as Bishop Eddie Longs John
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you settle for flea bargain
Unless you're a thrift hipster b＊tch in a leotard
Painless, Hodgy lost his motherf＊cking mind because the brain
left
Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out
Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out
Congress, ah yes, I'm f＊ckin' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a f＊cking staring contest
To all the step dads in here
Triple six kids got you motherf＊ck scared
Could be worse, n＊gga that's absurd
N＊gga I am at Pharrell's tryna butt f＊ck nerds
This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez
Go 'head, give some, pucker up
I'll f＊ck her up until the kids come in, umm
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