Tommy Gun Lyrics

Oh man
What are you doing? What are you doing man

Call me a motherf*cking loser
But know I don't give a f*ck
Tell Zoella that this nigga f*cks better than a Lex Steele dick flying in like a firetruck
(What the f*ck man)
I'ma care free nigga
Pretty sure my money bigger
Lemme show you better days wid a long dick nigga
(What the f*ck)
Now I've said my piece on the matter
I'm ready for chatter my aura getting Badder and badder
But then still, there is not a single man I worship
Nigga going in like Schumacher on a circuit
Knowledge in the verses Anger In the curses
Done with all the people thinking
They're a better person
Clickbaitin' news
Headlining for the pay check
So I'ma tell 'em f*ck you
'Cause I'm Done with all fallacies
Why they always @ing me
I'ma kill em all
Like I'm Mickey and the Mallory Yeah yeah yeah
(Ah shit man, ugh)

Bet you thought I was done nigga
I'ma blow you all away when I'm done nigga
Gold diggers wanna play get f*cked nigga
If you don't wanna f*ck, don't come nigga
Cause I'm tired of blue balls and dumb calls
Don't give away my number you dumb cunt
I'm like Battlefront, or maybe Battlefield
Either way I'm f*cking up the COD cause I'm a better build
I'm like Carl Lewis winning doing track and field
Win in any field
Watch this nigga proceed
Everyday everyday ondele on my way to snatch your day like overtime
Superbowl 51
Taking your number one
I hit like the mafia when shooting the Tommy Gun
This ain't a funny one
Running like Bolt when he hearing the Tommy Gun
Know when I do this I'm aiming everyone
(Jesus Christ man, think we're gonna need to talk about this)

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