Yung obama Maserati lyrics
Maserati
Yung obama
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I can't wait to fuck your mama
In her little loose vagina
Then she will divorce your father
Then I'll kill him and just sell his corpse for just a couple dollars
I got so many bitches but my bitches tryna kiss me
And i don't wanna kiss them cus' they bitches and they stinky
And who wanna kiss some bitches on they lips when they're stinking
I'm inside my maserati and i'm getting sloppy tobby
You could say i'm a zombie, cus i'm getting brain
I can see it on your face, you want more than you can taste
Just like a construction site my dick is getting raised like a crane
You would think i could complain but i'm in the backseat sipping on champagne
With my bitches and my gang
Sniffing on cocaine while i'm bumping lil wayne cus i'm tryna ease the pain
But i'm just going insane
I'm inside this Cadillac people taking smack and smoking crack
I just wanna get a snack, so i'm reaching in my backpack
Taking out the strap fast blast a cap in every mans ass
I am just a badass, but i shot the driver too so now we crash, shit
There's no way i can flow this way without being the goat okay
I'm speeding down this motorway i'm standing still but i still wrote away
I will never change the way i am, i am not faking
My bars are almost tighter than my girls vajayjay
All these other rappers basic, my bars and flows are just amazing
I'm spitting way too much, i might just die from dehydration
This feels like a vacation, this shits way too fucking easy
I'm riding on this freely just completely fucking neatly
I might just sell some cd's after this i feel so greedy
My flows are just like butter but just stronger like it's cheesy
I've been waiting for this day where i just lay back and just spray back
I'm writing words and rhymes and poetry just like a maniac
Using way too much paper, really need a lumberjack
Every single rapper is behind me but i understand
In her little loose vagina
Then she will divorce your father
Then I'll kill him and just sell his corpse for just a couple dollars
I got so many bitches but my bitches tryna kiss me
And i don't wanna kiss them cus' they bitches and they stinky
And who wanna kiss some bitches on they lips when they're stinking
I'm inside my maserati and i'm getting sloppy tobby
You could say i'm a zombie, cus i'm getting brain
I can see it on your face, you want more than you can taste
Just like a construction site my dick is getting raised like a crane
You would think i could complain but i'm in the backseat sipping on champagne
With my bitches and my gang
Sniffing on cocaine while i'm bumping lil wayne cus i'm tryna ease the pain
But i'm just going insane
I'm inside this Cadillac people taking smack and smoking crack
I just wanna get a snack, so i'm reaching in my backpack
Taking out the strap fast blast a cap in every mans ass
I am just a badass, but i shot the driver too so now we crash, shit
There's no way i can flow this way without being the goat okay
I'm speeding down this motorway i'm standing still but i still wrote away
I will never change the way i am, i am not faking
My bars are almost tighter than my girls vajayjay
All these other rappers basic, my bars and flows are just amazing
I'm spitting way too much, i might just die from dehydration
This feels like a vacation, this shits way too fucking easy
I'm riding on this freely just completely fucking neatly
I might just sell some cd's after this i feel so greedy
My flows are just like butter but just stronger like it's cheesy
I've been waiting for this day where i just lay back and just spray back
I'm writing words and rhymes and poetry just like a maniac
Using way too much paper, really need a lumberjack
Every single rapper is behind me but i understand
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