Tamale

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They say I've calmed down since the last album

Well lick my dick how does that sound (Umm)

Smell my gooch you could kiss my buns

And I don't give a shit bend my rectum

Somebody said bands make her dance

You think you're getting cash no bitch you're dumb

The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick

Wait turn this up bitch this my jam (Where the drums at )

Here take a goddamn picture

And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger

And while you're at it pass the lotion

And fapping and Xbox Live that fun

Before I come I'm calling your sister

When she comes over I take picture

Nstantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

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Why y'all so salty Hot Tamale is on

A can of beans bitch I'm on your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning

And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision

And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing

Then he has to deal with me and my minions

Tryna get a bimmer E46

Have you heard 48 motherfucka I'm great

Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves

From cuts from the Biebs cause he's puffin' the trees please

Fuck I look like Got a new bike tire

Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke

Think I give a fuck I do I go balls

And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease )

My urethra hole that I pee from

Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha

Now turn that snare down

I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus

Like "You're going to jail now

Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale

Why y'all so salty Hot Tamale is on

A can of beans bitch I'm on your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck

Bitch Suck Dick motherfuck you and your opinions (can you kick it )

Yes I can sir

Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er

I’m a CO fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my BO

Find me and lance tryna dance during chemo

Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah Buddy ( ) Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

Golf Wang Golf Wang Go Fuck You Na Na Na Na Na Na

Why y'all so salty Hot Tamale is on

Can't agree bitch im on

Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a lightbulb screw

Well if I has a dick they be two's and sixes

And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit

Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix

How many ladies in the house

How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga huh

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'

Hope my Mom don't catch me tryna set mood

Little Redtube fuck lotion I don't need lube dryfit suits me

Up and down friction with the sound shit's kind of disgusting

Fap time and before I flatline Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like

Oh shit aw fuck

Clancy: What the fuck

Wolf: Aw I'm sorry

Clancy: Is that my shirt

Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something

Clancy: Clean that shit up we're going to the office