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Future Primitive Art School

Hot Sugar

Made Man

01.10.2013

37

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro: Kool A.D.] Bieber Bieber Wow Bieber Bieber Bieber Wow [Hook: Kool A.D.] Future Primitive Art School Y'all don't really want it, y'all don't really want it Future Primitive Art School Y'all don't really want it, y'all don't really want it Future Primitive Art School Y'all don't really want it, y'all don't really want it Future Primitive Art School Y'all don't really want it, nah-nah nah-nah nah [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Cool moon social, Yung Dinner Party Yung Swimming Pool, leisure class Really fool My mood is Boughetto Some say too mellow Others say "Dude, he's a cool fellow" The gold will remold you Not a wonderland, never told truth Look at all the cookies I sold you Last girl scout, future primitive art student, part truant Soul rebel, my soul level is plasmatic Oceanic, my lifestyle is tight magic My grapple is too chapel My scramble to too ample Vamp on an amplified sample Toasts up on the spectac-get-back Not your average wetback Look at all the clocks I done set back Create or destroy, or step back Both on the same track Both on the same track Head feel like a thousand bucks, that's a brain-wrack After that, see me on the train, on the train track Blood, I think I'm Mack Maine, black Rap game, half game, rap, half trap, half this, half that, half laugh track This a problem, fifth world [...] Plot raised up [...], girl [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi] I never went to art school I think art is fucking dumb I say what I want, got green card, I never run My name on the internet, I don't fuck with Google Lookin' out my window, my snipe game through the roof Bad freak on my dick, now it's on and poppin' Now we rockin', rollin', got my pockets swollen Yeah the top is open, and the ho is shooken How you gonna moan so loud and show no emotion? I mean, I think that I love it, I ain't really complaining This pimp game on a budget, out the frame like a painting Every time that we fucking, I'mma glove like Payton One glove like Michael, two gloves like Mickey Two bucks in this city, I got drunk and pissy They say they never stunk a skunk that's stinky All y'all cats talk a bunch of shit, B So eat a dick to the punks that diss me [Hook]
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