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new gold - the thought lyrics

[intro]
alright, so for this track, i need y’all to understand
i’m being sarcastic as f*ck, this song is a joke
i don’t f*ck with jordan peterson
i wrote this years before fresh ‘n fit was a thing
it’s a joke

[verse]
objectify you b*tches like i’m jordan cucking peterson
supply you with the jordans like we feeding sin
resupply you with the organs that we didn’t have to harvest
realize you ain’t a titan, you relying on the garbage
that you rapping, yeah, i’ll predict your rhymes
with each every whine, i can call it every song
say you trapping, why you acting? you ain’t doing crimes
with every ticket signеd, smoke you in my time
smoke you in my bong, likе a mole
override your woke sh*t with the stole
corporatized your spoken word, to sell sh*t
feminized your oldest son, to sell bits (and now he celibate!)
melanin, pheromones, gelatin made from your bones
selling it to wear a home, tell a kid the belly ‘lone
why we doing that? why we doing stupid?
this how we feel? this how we respond to clued*in?
coupons to get your crew in, croutons to get you chewing
new cons to sit and loom in, newton to get you tuned in
who that? you ask, in facts that’s jack, him pass intact
kim sat, jim rats, in flasks gin’s at, tin hat with that chin strap!
[hook]
these b*tches don’t want money
they chasing clout
if your name ain’t got a co*sign
it ain’t in her mouth
the new gold is ig follows
so she digging for that
she don’t gotta pay her bills
‘cause that ass is fat
these b*tches don’t want money
they chasing clout
if your name ain’t got a co*sign
it ain’t in her mouth
the new gold is ig follows
so she digging for that
she don’t gotta pay her bills
‘cause that ass is fat, yeah

[verse]
if you a thing, i don’t gotta do nothing but utilize you
taught to pull my d*ck out if i wish to surprise you
taught to beat your face in before i think to cry
taught to make you hopeful of my change, taught to lie!
taught the fried food, lots to die to, not a lot to nurture
if i get friend*zoned by a female, i’mma curse her
i’ll take it even further, cringe it up with some threats
the gerber baby throwing knives, aiming right for your chest
like for the br**sts! (titties!) fifty tokens and she’ll bounce ‘em
couple hundred in the hour? she’ll pull the hose and douse ‘em
are they real? i’m right to doubt ‘em, but she just play offended
wait for my donation, knowing that i want the issue mended
drop a dub a month on the access to your snapchat
beat my d*ck to sixty*second clips, she throw that ass back
message you, infatuated, dreaming that i’ll be the guy
you f*cking in those videos you sell for $9.99
i’m finding the time, outspending my paycheck
for my chance to make donations that get that p*ssy wet
now i’m on probation from my school and from my job
never once did i buy support for my silent sobs
[hook]
these b*tches don’t want money
they chasing clout
if your name ain’t got a co*sign
it ain’t in her mouth
the new gold is ig follows
so she digging for that
she don’t gotta pay her bills
‘cause that ass is fat
these b*tches don’t want money
they chasing clout
if your name ain’t got a co*sign
it ain’t in her mouth
the new gold is ig follows
so she digging for that
she don’t gotta pay her bills
‘cause that ass is fat, yeah

- the thought lyrics

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