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bubblegum / iwb

Kevin Abstract
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Chewin' on some bubblegum, gimme all your bubblegum I hit a lick on the ice cream truck, now I think the bubble's gone (No it's not) Gimme all your bubblegum Took it from my teacher's desk and now It's on my filthy tongue, filthy tongue (Let's make out) Ride around 'til sun is gone Stole a gun, eject the number piece Swear now I think we onto somethin' Now I think she called the run, now I think she better run Better not Let me stop I like the way your lipstick look on his neck (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) I like the way you do not hold back from What you said (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) I like the way you think you are the shit (Uh-huh) 'Cause matter of fact, I really think you are the shit I bet you think I stole this shit No matter how fucked up we get, we still be right here Arguin' and shit like a bunch of little kids, goddamn Now, I gotta, I gotta ask you a question I wanna, I need to know Who done took my bubblegum? I need to know very badly Can you please just tell me, or give me the bubblegum back? I'll give your ass a blow, I'll Gimme all your bubblegum You thought you could fuck with me, well Now you know I'm not the one, not the one You stepped inside my zone and now I'm havin' fun at your expense Got my fix from all your dead presidents, presidents Smoke the room up to get some leverage, leverage Some bubblegum, I bought the best medicine I'm stackin' up some mescaline I'm runnin' off ideas and adrenaline E.T. in my basket so I gotta keep on pedalin' I like the way your lipstick look on his neck (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) I like the way you do not hold back from What you said (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) I like the way you think you are the shit (Uh-huh) 'Cause matter of fact, I really think you are the shit I bet you think I stole this shit No matter how fucked up we get, we still be right here Arguin' and shit like a bunch of little kids, goddamn Come and save me, boy It's dark outside The world's gone mad I don't know what to do With love, and love inside Oh, boy I've been dreaming of you all day Oh, boy I've been dreaming of you all day You Internet weird boy, go and close your laptop That your friend's dad bought Imagine if your cousin never got shot Imagine if shots never got thrown I'm alone and I'm lookin' for a home All these motherfuckers lookin' for A clone (And I, and I, and I, and I) And I'm searchin' for a purpose I'm the furthest thing from worthless I'm the Just sold my fucking soul Ooh, done, let y'all in My fangs still crawling Banging on that, slanging all that Made to fall back, made to sit back My days don't mean that much no more Remember when I wanna ride that store Little black boy, that Glock was gold Big bro had the whole block on froze I'll pick everything, I think I'm Cam'ron Playing Bloody Mary, keep my lamp on Pull up, Chevy truck with a putt and some yellow sound See my homie here, but tomorrow, yeah, they're not around That's something that I know, but I won't stand my fucking ground Lose my world, my mind all the time, I'm a fucking child Pull up, Chevy truck with a putt and some yellow sound See my homie here, but tomorrow, yeah, they're not around That's something that I know, but I won't stand my fucking ground Lose my world, my mind all the time, I'm a fucking child Red lips is dripping like ooh Fingertip gripping that ooh Find me on top of the roof Fuck you right under the moon Bitch speaking French on the phone (Brr) Colors on my body looking vibrant (Vibrant) I got a thotty on vibrate (Vibrate) She hit me on the phone, no vibrate Lightweight when she sipping, sitting sideways Little you know socks rolled up Finding rocks in the Nike's Eyelids low, skirt in the clouds Better fuck her on the driveway, top on the highway Oh my God (My God) Don't come 'round here (Don't come 'round here) It's sumn' 'round here (It's sumn' 'round here) Lil' fun 'round here Oh my God (My God) What the fuck you doin' with it? (What the fuck you doin' with it?) Tryna come through with it (Tryna come through with it) Baby, I'm the truth with it Oh my God (My God) Oh my God (My God) Oh my God Uh, rockstar with the top down All my six shots, call me Mike Brown Wear that name like a thorn crown Let go and see the white now Little boy from the H-Town Raised in the sewers of the city of the syrup Scat Carter, you're alive, brr Money come fast when you born like this With that flow so crisp Nigga been lit since high school Where I learned to trap with them white dudes With that white dude Nigga, you don't know, I done paid my dues I don't fuck with you I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes And all year around, that mink coat to match it Wood on the dash of my candy 'Lac All of this shit I ain't supposed to have With my selfish ass, I been living lavish Head so big that the roof is absent Chain so big that my neck been cracking Whip so slick that I slip through traffic Same old shit from when they brought me here And the smoke's too thick to see my fate as clear I might disappear and then reappear 'Cause I'm mostly smoke and I'm always dope Never going broke and never did before Doing pretty good, far as geniuses go Know they want a thug, but they needed some mo' Most know about Slim, they don't know about Ro They don't know about Chrome, they don't know about Poe They don't know about the school, they don't know about the mo' 281, 330 8004 Hit Mike Jones up on the low because Mike Jones a