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mean 5 whom - g-rated lyrics

[intro]
ey, g-rated
mean 5 whom
aight, aight

[verse]
i’m feeling pretty ancho
quick to add the v’s, real pr-nto
movin up the food chain till i’m full
but i’m still bucks in six, like toronto
i’m the strangest f-ckin muppet call me gonzo
i see your puppeteers, i got no puppets here
cuz i’m more like a mascot
with the mask off
but i get a-trophy like they just took the mother f-ckin cast off
cast off the cast list, no callbacks
but if they listen, man, they know i’m bout the callbacks
but i’m bout to call gl-ss
i got em reachin for the tall gl-ss
they wanna lie with the libations
but they feel the vibe with my vibrations
it’s the calls of the caucasian
complex, convex, i ain’t caved in
always on bran- like the raisins
like derozan, cuz the us-c
and one day the us f-ck with me
i ain’t even gotta scrub and squeeze
i do em dirty but i’m still so clean
uh, just don’t peep my armpits
they got me sweating up the garments
kev garnett, hoodie, cuz i always got it on
dream maker, go all night-mare-o-thon
i want covalent but you just can’t bear my bonds
drake great but i had to add my flair to songs

uh, you think i’m done, fake news, man the herald wrong
pair of tongs, picking up where i last gone
i’ve let myself go, i need my pharaoh on
i got no pheromones
but i’m real, and y’all just the hair on gnomes
you f-ckin all these hannah’s, gettin palin-dome
that’s too high key, and the wrong tone
yeah it’s terrible
the way you tally ho’s
i got my arrow bow
so it’s tally ho
i got gl-sses but i ain’t danny go-key
i’m just a chubby boy eating gnocchi
used to curl but nowhere near sochi
and if i lay an egg, i’ll try to make it poach-y
don’t approach me, the anxiety inside of me, make my inside torque
not a perp, no pair, i’m in oblique new york
they see through me like translucent door
nacho libre is my favorite f-cking luchador
doopity doo, i do pity you, i got a loompa core
so many on my back i need a loofah for
i’m not aloof, i’m just getting super sore
i’m between 2 for 4, and superscore
my acts together, but performance poor
meet my tormentor- it’s me
but i’m fresh. man, like a dormitory
talking my sh-t again, go to the glory
building my foundation, but i’m all four stories
i’m modest, but this mouse freak the elephants out
or the sheep that be developing clout
thinking 40 dollar undies amount
to anything more than less in the bank account
making out- like a bandit, i’m stealing the kiss
gene simmons, the jean women’s got too much to fit
leg it out, but i know i hit it you heavy with the weight
i lost my handle, it’s tony snell with the take
but when it out, good luck duckin my tape
cuz when i come, you know i coming with fueg

yeah, i’m comin with the fuego
shouts spice god, sippin’ faygo
um
mean 5 whom!
ugh, i had to do it to this beat, i’m just letting y’all know
f-ck man
uh, actual album coming soon…
not rea- it’s more of a mixtape but you get the idea
have a good day

- g rated lyrics

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