Correction Paroles Donald Trump par Lil Nas X

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Ricky!
It's in the trunk (Yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump (Pop it)

I got thirteen hammers, need a reason why
I should clap a n***a, send 'em in the sky
All you rapper n***as finna run and hide
I got that yoppa, pu**y n***as finna die
Got a choppa, call it Donald Trump
'Cause it's loud as f**k and it hate n***as
Got some llamas, leave 'em in the trunk
Call 'em fishin' rods and you the bait, n***a
Yeah, my name is Lil Nas
B*t*h, never call me Lil Naz
'Cause if you do, I promise you
I'm comin' through and I'm bustin' a**
Got a lot of cash in the stash
If you touch that, then you getting splashed
Got a bad b*t*h with a thick a**
She a stripper ho, yeah, she get cash
My flow incredible
Swae Lee; unforgettable
Pu**y n***as keep talkin' sh*t
I'ma have 'em singin' to the medicals
I don't f**k with no federals
F**k 12, them n***as terrible
They set you up, yeah, I know what's up
So I keep it tucked and accessible
Yes, I'm in college
I'm smart as f**k, here come my degree
Don't let that knowledge
Fool you, boy, yeah, I know the street
Could've been a alcoholic
Poppin' mollies, all I smoke is weed
I'm so hyperbolic
It's hydraulics on my f**kin' Jeep
Wait, I mean my damn Lamborghini
I do it big, never did it teeny
Bad b*t*h, polka dot bikini
Shootin' n***as, like eeny, meeny
Miny, moe, catch a f**k boy by his toe
Take his ho
If he talk sh*t, let it blow
Leave that n***a six feet below (*gunshot*)
Shoot a pu**y n***a like? *gunshot*
Pull up on 12 like? *three gunshots*
Ain't no pretendin', all my n***as winnin'
We trendin', we sendin' them? *three gunshots*
Pick up the Glock, nine on the dock
Blow your sh*t up, like we up in Iraq
Sellin' them rocks, I Milly Rock
You n***as can't rap, go get back to your job

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