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  • Текст песни George Watsky - самый быстрый рэп

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    O hai
    i’m that guy
    built so fly in a silk bow tie
    don’t know why i’m built so fly
    but i am, no lie
    oh my
    rolled by on a low ride Huffy
    sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
    cuff rolled up to my calf
    class out the ass
    bad with the swag like buffy
    Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i’m sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
    I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
    I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-
    liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
    telling me
    that it’s all
    figured out
    i’m sick of doubt
    but i’m looking at the wall
    part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment and to be open to the good and the God in me
    but i got a labotomy and i get that I oughtta become a bit of an oddity when somebody gets offended by the thought of me
    who’s he? you gotta be kidding me
    do me like Gabourey Sidibe
    if you see me with a chickadee
    no diggity it’ll be giggity giggity giggity
    gonna send it like a letter from above
    with a woman that I love
    cause I get it like i live
    but if my baby’s gay I’ll say you go gay baby, work that crib!
    work that bib
    burp that kid
    screw po-lice
    flip that car
    i don’t want a Jesus piece
    but i want a Reece’s Piece and a Kit Kat Bar
    I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman to kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans who never want to settle for their pop
    Or not–
    my bedroom rocks
    and the beat still knocks
    when I sort my socks
    i’m five foot eleven of sex from the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees

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