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Parking Lot I don't fuc*** like this shit, f*** Ah! Tall ugly ni*** with lips bigger than Tigger Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger, (Uhh) Cotton-picking ni***, Golf Wang season sicker than the block Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uhh) Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend like I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fuc*** stickers (Uhm) Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh) Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees, bag of chips Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uhh) OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh) Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask Plotting on the babysitter before dinner And hopefully I get her, if I don't, f*** it then See I never simp son, polar opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitch Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot The moon now working and the stars align I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot (Somebody told me...) I had a decline in the buzz Not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge And ask Bob bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon We just sit and burn shit just like my fuc*** anthem I'm like goals, those are something you have to stand to reach My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief Respect to whoever's minor appearances cause mass hysteria But I'm still incomparable, I'm like the face of America I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold I'm a fuc*** centerfold, I'm something to behold I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup (I thought that you were nice) Yeah, I am, slut I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas ? yep, I'm a mixed mutt Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case Golf is the bedsheets, (hat and my T-shirt) TrashWang sticker on that Chima Fergolfson I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon? It's Loiter Squad ni***... Fuc*** Loiter Squad... Sam's after you Sam's after who? You! For what? What the f***? He found out that you and Salem been hanging out, he said he gonna kill you Kill me? What the f*** you mean kill me? Slow down, slow down, what the f*** you mean he gonna kill me? I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you Not if I get to him first
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