| Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
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| Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
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| To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
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| Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang
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| Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don’t Give a Fuck
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| Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? |
| (I did!)
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| Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
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| And fuck rolling papers, I’m a rebel, bitch, I’m ashing blunts (Sorry)
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| Full of shit, like I ate that John
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| Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
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| Let’s buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
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| With nice homes, 41k's, and nice ass lawns
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| Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain’t taking no shit
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| Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
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| I’m jealous as shit, cause I ain’t got no home meal to come to
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| So, if you do, I’m throwing fingers out screaming «fuck you»
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| I got ten of these Kennedy’s
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| Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
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| 'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
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| I’m fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I’m Master P in '96
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| It’s fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
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| Surprised she hasn’t taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
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| The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
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| And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
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| I’m going harder than a midget jumping over me
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| Chronic youth, I’m shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
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| Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
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| Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it’s me, ugh
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| Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
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| It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
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| It’s the Wolf Gang, it’s the Wolf Gang
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| It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
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| It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
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| Wolf Gang, triple six crew
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| It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
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| Wolf Gang kill them
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| My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
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| I’m sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
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| You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
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| Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
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| Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain’t even worth it
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| In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
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| You told me God was the answer
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| When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
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| I’m stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
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| Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
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| Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
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| It was hilarious, well it ain’t fucking funny now
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| I’ll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
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| I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
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| «My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds»
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| Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
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| I’m right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
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| Free Earl, that’s the fucking shit
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| And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
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| Um, Wolf Gang, that’s the fucking clique
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| Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
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| Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
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| We don’t need y’all, The Fader’s who we really fucking with, bitch
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| And we don’t fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
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| Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sandwitches , by - Tyler, The Creator. Song from the album Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп