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Get The Fuck Off My Dick
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Vince Staples
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Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick I ain't takin' no more calls, might think 'bout callin' it quits Press is tryin' to block my blessings, no more talking to Vince NPR and XXL, man, I can't tell which is which Missed the mark, I think my label need a marketin' switch Hold up, switch the flow up, I won't go for nothing Rappers ho up, then they blow up, guess who do the f*ckin'? VMA and Grammy snubbin', not walkin' through no clubs Homie you can keep your money, it don't do nothing for me Heard they lookin' for me yeah, you're a dummy yeah Have somebody find your body parts, running Runyon Ay bay-bay, ain't for play, sear the steaks, steal the Wraith [Break] And them Wraiths is ugly, by the way. We see you got money to spend, but, nonetheless Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my cribHard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick I'm from Ramona, no school diploma We caught him slippin', he in a coma You got two choices, lose your life or your persona I still hear voices from them nights I hit them corners Walked through the MoMA (Yeah) Just did a feature, hit Cassina, blew the quota (Yeah) I might do Toshiyuki Kita for the sofa (Yeah) Might save my Nike check and spend my Coca-Cola (Yeah) Don't count my pockets, pocket rocket leave you tore up Time to glow up, from the floor up how I came You don't know my pain, bitch, don't act like you don't know my name Don't record me man, bitch, you see me tryna board this plane Don't you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in your brain I don't f*ck with fame, you don't see me in no f*cking chains Ain't no f*cking slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on no blade This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my wave I'm the god in this, f*ck up off my dick Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my dick Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
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