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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\n[01:41.94] Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\n[01:44.85] Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\n[01:48.17] Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n[01:51.37] Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes\n[01:54.14] From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic\n[01:57.17] Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented\n[02:00.17] On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women\n[02:03.08] Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch\n[02:06.23] Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented\n[02:09.13] Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting\n[02:12.08] Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms\n[02:15.56] Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick\n[02:17.92] Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth\n[02:21.17] Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint\n[02:23.92] Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit\n[02:27.16] Posing nigga try to disrespect\n[02:29.50] Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak\n[02:32.57] 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:35.74] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:39.47] Looking bummy, posted on the block\n[02:41.27] Like I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga\n[02:44.41] 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:47.99] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:51.63] Bitch niggas\n[02:53.73] Wolf Gang (motherfucker)\n[02:56.08] Golf Wang, nigga (lil' bitch-ass niggas)\n[02:58.53] Trashwang, Loiter Squad\n[03:00.23] (This motherfuckin' nigga)\n[03:02.14] Yeah (can't hang with us, nigga)\n[03:04.84] Stay off the block, niggas\n[03:06.59] (You not welcome)\n[03:07.40] You not welcome (motherfucker)\n[03:09.29] Circa '08, bitch!\n[03:13.07] (O.F., nigga) yeah\n[03:13.39] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whoa (feat. 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\nOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\nChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\nStormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\nPen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes\nFrom out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic\nWatching movies in a room full of goons he rented\nOn the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women\nBruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch\nGooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented\nToo pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting\nSteaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms\n\nStupid, thought it up, jot it quick\nThaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth\nSpot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint\nThen lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit\n\nPosing nigga try to disrespect\nGet a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak\n'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\nG-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\nLooking bummy, posted on the block\nLike I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga\n'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\nG-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n\nBitch niggas\nWolf Gang (motherfucker)\nGolf Wang, nigga (lil' bitch-ass niggas)\nTrashwang, Loiter Squad\n(This motherfuckin' nigga)\nYeah (can't hang with us, nigga)\nStay off the block, niggas\n(You not welcome)\nYou not welcome (motherfucker)\nCirca '08, bitch!\n(O.F., nigga) yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Nah, no, fuck- nah, nah, fuck that\n[00:02.41] Niggas think 'cause you fuckin' made \"Chum\" and got all personal\n[00:05.45] That niggas won't go back to that old fuckin' 2010 shit\n[00:08.34] About talkin' 'bout fuckin' all that\n[00:11.08] No, fuck that, nigga, I got you\n[00:12.85] Fuck that\n[00:15.49] Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous\n[00:17.73] Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas\n[00:20.78] Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then\n[00:24.03] Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison\n[00:27.08] Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with\n[00:29.75] Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and\n[00:32.93] Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence\n[00:35.97] Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences\n[00:39.18] Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up\n[00:41.95] Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up\n[00:45.16] Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan\n[00:47.96] Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs\n[00:51.15] Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along\n[00:54.26] Get a nice spanking (uh), new Sears catalog\n[00:56.92] Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong\n[00:59.99] Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs\n[01:02.73] (Bitch-ass niggas!)\n[01:03.35] Four deep in a Rover cannon\n[01:05.54] Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon\n[01:07.98] Niggas know that it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[01:12.03] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[01:15.02] 50K for the last check\n[01:17.44] But the Dollar Menu still be on deck\n[01:19.71] Nigga, it's the motherfuckin' G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[01:24.18] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[01:26.97] Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker\n[01:29.92] Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager\n[01:33.03] Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter\n[01:36.02] Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga\n[01:39.51] Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\n[01:41.99] Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\n[01:44.81] Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\n[01:48.13] Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n[01:51.37] Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes\n[01:54.15] From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic\n[01:57.12] Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented\n[02:00.12] On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women\n[02:03.08] Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch\n[02:06.29] Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented\n[02:09.10] Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting\n[02:12.03] Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms\n[02:15.56] Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick\n[02:17.96] Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth\n[02:21.19] Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint\n[02:23.92] Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit\n[02:27.18] Posing nigga try to disrespect\n[02:29.58] Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak\n[02:32.56] 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:35.74] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:39.44] Looking bummy, posted on the block\n[02:41.25] Like I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga\n[02:44.47] 'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:47.95] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n[02:51.69] Bitch niggas\n[02:53.79] Wolf Gang (motherfucker)\n[02:56.04] Golf Wang, nigga (lil' bitch-ass niggas)\n[02:58.57] Trashwang, Loiter Squad\n[03:00.20] (This motherfuckin' nigga)\n[03:02.17] Yeah (can't hang with us, nigga)\n[03:04.89] Stay off the block, niggas\n[03:06.51] (You not welcome)\n[03:07.38] You not welcome (motherfucker)\n[03:09.20] Circa '08, bitch!\n[03:13.06] (O.F., nigga) yeah\n[03:15.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whoa feat. 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Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer\n  Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher\n  Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster\n  Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture\n\n  Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes\n  From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic\n  Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented\n  On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women\n  Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch\n  Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented\n  Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting\n  Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms\n\n  Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick\n  Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth\n  Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint\n  Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit\n\n  Posing nigga try to disrespect\n  Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak\n  'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n  G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n  Looking bummy, posted on the block\n  Like I ain't make a quarter million off of socks, nigga\n  'Cause it's the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n  G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G\n\n  Bitch niggas\n  Wolf Gang (motherfucker)\n  Golf Wang, nigga (lil' bitch-ass niggas)\n  Trashwang, Loiter Squad\n  (This motherfuckin' nigga)\n  Yeah (can't hang with us, nigga)\n  Stay off the block, niggas\n  (You not welcome)\n  You not welcome (motherfucker)\n  Circa '08, bitch!\n  (O.F., nigga) yeah\n"}]