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CLEAR A PATH AS I KEEP ON WALKIN

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king but watch the Queen conquer Okay, first things first I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rockin' gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young money is the roster and the monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? Fifty K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track minded But really, really I don't give a F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki 'cause sh-she's fake" "She on a diet, " but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say bride of Chucky is child's play Just killed another career it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you and Amb' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whip lash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster

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Ooh I promise not to do it again I promise not to do it You can't say I don't love you Just because I cheat on you 'Cause you can't see all I do To keep you from knowing the things I do Like erase my phone And keep it out of town I keep it strapped up when I sleep around Well I should have known one say you'd find out But you can't go and leave me now You know that I love you There's no one above you I said it the last time But this is the last time Don't make me over 'Cause I can be faithful Baby you're my number one You're my number one Now who is she? What's her name? You don't need to know about everything We fight about this We fight about that You hang up the phone and call me right back Well I'll never be something I'm not Please don't throw away what we've got 'Cause we've been together for way too long I was playing around but I'm coming home You know that I love you (know that I love you) There's no one above you (no one above you) I said it the last time (hey, hey) But this is the last time Don't make me over (don't leave me baby) 'Cause I can be faithful (you know I try) Baby you're my number one (baby) You're my number one I keep you laced up so you ain't gotta borrow nothing From them broke ass friends who be bargain hunting They say they shop on eBay - baby why is they frontin'? They be on the internet but they never cop nothin' I keep you in Girl what is those on your toes? And your neck staying froze off that rose colored gold I suppose you was told by them hoes I was cheatin' Thinkin' my heart don't got nothing to do with my penis He got a mind of his own and he just be seeing shit And I don't want to cheat but I don't be saying shit I try to jack off he ask me who is you playin' wit? But I know he love you he told me you was his favorite You know that I love you (know that I love you) There's no one above you (above you) I said it the last time (said it the last time) But this is the last time (hey hey hey yeah) Don't make me over (don't leave me baby) 'Cause I can be faithful (you know I try) Baby you're my number one (oh baby) You're my number one You're making it hard for me You're messing up everything You tell me I gotta leave Say we over You saw that she came over Came in the Range Rover Left with a hangover Say we over I promise I won't cheat I promise I won't lie I promise I'll act right Say we over You can't tell me I can't have you I can't have that We ain't over Hey, it ain't over baby We ain't over Oh you don't need to go it's not over We ain't over Oh? We ain't over Oh it's gonna be alright now don't go now

Damn

Please make version with juicy j

Thanks

Anyone else find it weird there’s no karaoke for every cherry bomb song?

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For your boy I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not important I'm focused They say I'm nutty, picnic basket Not short of a sandwich A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot Please come and get me Said I suck him at your neck Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate Ye! Why, why, why? Why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?" "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon It's funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck Hold up I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" For your boy I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room Damn Two, Three, Four Hold your fuckin' horses Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin' losers Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni I swear This them golf boys, like them hot boys For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000 When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne (What up Slime, nigga go hard) Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad and she give brain That's that road head, that's a dream car Got a four ten, of that same year I was born That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda Oh my goodness Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel (Black ass nigga) They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers And a couple owners, that's kinda German You bring the nooses, and a couple trees Where the money grow, and get bodies burning Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either I'mma liar, I'mma faggot Son you need Jesus But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot its Golf Wang

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3:34 thank me later

Respect

this is literally so much fun to rap

Do off the grid plsss

Ur the only one who did this on yt, thanks 🙏

Goated.

Glock niggas

best

bruuuh mooore please!

please make more like this!! more ye and gambino!! LOVE THE VIDS!!

What is the song name

what the song ? pls

what the song ?

what the song ?

That reaction! XD

Me dancing