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bum - acot lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse]
check the f-ckin’ numbers, buddy
i been gettin’ money
old hoes buggin’ on my celly
they want somethin’ from me
only thing they gettin’ is a picture of my new b-tch
mof-ckas buggy, y’all can suck me on my d-mn d-ck
i’m not rich but i could buy a b-tch some new t-ts
i don’t got a room but all these rings up on my d-mn fist
i feel like rick james, minus all the cocaine
that was me in 2017 but those my old ways
i ditched the acid and the shrooms cause i got sh-t to do
critics on my d-ck so now i got a lot of sh-t to prove
dropped a couple hits and got the people goin’ crazy
buncha groupies on my twitter
askin’ me to have their baby
f-ck kanye, nah, he ain’t relevant
just another rich man suckin’ on the president
rap needs a new mof-cka that can represent
poverty and all the rest, and i can do that sh-t the best
me and my momma used to live inside the shelter
and i cried like every night because my momma needed better
all the pain i felt inside, i talk
on top of that, my pops was sellin’ dope
easy access to that sh-t
i started druggin’ just to cope
p-ssy mothaf-cka, i am hip-hop
i ain’t gonna stop until you see me at the d-mn top
and if i ever flop, this gon’ be the hardest sh-t i ever drop
prolly not, cause a mof-cka hot

- acot lyrics

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