[Intro]
I'm coming King Julien
La-la-la-la-la
[Verse One]
You really tried to come at me I'm in the studio
Last i heard you was spillin Don Julio
You put letters on your tires cuz you know you slow
And yet you still end up on the wrong side of the road
Woah
Not to mention this nigga he loves to stall
He wouldn't even show the doctor his fucking balls
All it take is one call and i leave you stranded
You play guitar but it looks like you were almost abandoned
He wearing jeans in the house cuz we know you weird
I wouldn't be surprised if you dated fucking queers
Read thе list lost count of all his fucking fears
If i go any harder we gon see somе fucking tears
We got a small circle but Dylan's is a square
Man he wants a share you beat him it wasn't fair
Ms.Reyes I'm so in her throat
I fill it up with what looks like snow
Yeah what I'm sayings not for show
Gay nigga probably take a picture of the goat
If i ever drop the bomb then man he gotta go
Flow flow flow flow flow flow
[Chorus]
Did you really waste a check on a bike
I wouldn't be surprised if you dated a dyke
Almost forgot that his mommy buys all his clothes
The only drip he get is when he sweating from his nose
Skrt skrt skrt skrt now he's in a tree
I dont wanna hear his name bitch oh please
If this was a race he'd be before three
Sheesh sheesh
[Verse Two]
Sorry Dylan but you is a fucking bum
I'm counting nothing but 50s you can stay with fucking 1s
If the opps came Dylan wouldn't fucking run
He gon say what he knows because he's a bum
Now I'm gon ball out like the motherfucking suns
I ain't do this fo' fun sneaker run, that's impressive
Dylan looks like he works at fucking progressive
And this weighing heavy on my conscious
I will not give you any fucking options
One thing you can do is stick to guitar
Even then its a long shot by fucking far
I'm still waiting for these bars
Who farted? oh wait its Dylan
Wasting so much liquor cuz he keeps on spilling
Shit talking women but he's still a virgin
The women won't go near him and he's fucking hurting
Got his momma squirting and my finger burning
And these bars fucking splurging like his momma do
Sorry Dylan but you're ass
I'm tryna count this track
Maybe even some fucking racks
Only thing you counting is the pimples on your back
After that I smack yo momma on the ass
And then I pop your tire cuz that shit don't belong
Woahh i fuck your momma in a thong
I'm coming King Julien
La-la-la-la-la
[Verse One]
You really tried to come at me I'm in the studio
Last i heard you was spillin Don Julio
You put letters on your tires cuz you know you slow
And yet you still end up on the wrong side of the road
Woah
Not to mention this nigga he loves to stall
He wouldn't even show the doctor his fucking balls
All it take is one call and i leave you stranded
You play guitar but it looks like you were almost abandoned
He wearing jeans in the house cuz we know you weird
I wouldn't be surprised if you dated fucking queers
Read thе list lost count of all his fucking fears
If i go any harder we gon see somе fucking tears
We got a small circle but Dylan's is a square
Man he wants a share you beat him it wasn't fair
Ms.Reyes I'm so in her throat
I fill it up with what looks like snow
Yeah what I'm sayings not for show
Gay nigga probably take a picture of the goat
If i ever drop the bomb then man he gotta go
Flow flow flow flow flow flow
[Chorus]
Did you really waste a check on a bike
I wouldn't be surprised if you dated a dyke
Almost forgot that his mommy buys all his clothes
The only drip he get is when he sweating from his nose
Skrt skrt skrt skrt now he's in a tree
I dont wanna hear his name bitch oh please
If this was a race he'd be before three
Sheesh sheesh
[Verse Two]
Sorry Dylan but you is a fucking bum
I'm counting nothing but 50s you can stay with fucking 1s
If the opps came Dylan wouldn't fucking run
He gon say what he knows because he's a bum
Now I'm gon ball out like the motherfucking suns
I ain't do this fo' fun sneaker run, that's impressive
Dylan looks like he works at fucking progressive
And this weighing heavy on my conscious
I will not give you any fucking options
One thing you can do is stick to guitar
Even then its a long shot by fucking far
I'm still waiting for these bars
Who farted? oh wait its Dylan
Wasting so much liquor cuz he keeps on spilling
Shit talking women but he's still a virgin
The women won't go near him and he's fucking hurting
Got his momma squirting and my finger burning
And these bars fucking splurging like his momma do
Sorry Dylan but you're ass
I'm tryna count this track
Maybe even some fucking racks
Only thing you counting is the pimples on your back
After that I smack yo momma on the ass
And then I pop your tire cuz that shit don't belong
Woahh i fuck your momma in a thong
( Jojoftp )
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