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mambo no. 6 - william crooks lyrics

[intro]
clipaholics, real sh*t!

[verse 1]
sitting at the f*gra
smoking on that fois gras
b*tch i rollin’ stone who grab pot*pie
green i got popeye
me boutta pop out
turn your fake powder
lil bih, bye*bye!
party rockers in the house
where the f*ck you at?
at the waffle house, broke as f*ck
order the hundred stacks (pancakes!)
just need a hunned bucks
pay my mama back (sorry!)
gonna p*ss on the tangerine jungle cat (skrrt!)

[chorus]
smokin dope like the feds smoked the autozone
come and tell everywhere
why you use a google home still?
hey alexa, ki**[beep]
[beep] (you can’t say that)
out the [beep] house keep the [beep]
in my raincoat
(you can’t say that)
(f*cking fight me)
[verse 2]
(guardin’ up at**)
(wait, can i start over?)
my garden figuring out which plants i can get high from
f*ck around and overthrow capitalism with an iphone
the sun is out, it’s beautiful, why i still hate myself?
i should be doin’ big things, like my name was alf
(what are you talking about?)
like alf, from the
from the sitcom, (what are you talking about)
the 80s, the mid*80s sitcom (what are you talking about?)
the friendly extraterrestrial! (what?)
smokin mids and i park the car
i can’t afford the gas, with the windows down
i can’t see over the dash
smokin mids in a crystal ball
i can’t see through the glass
let the future turn to present
then the present turn to past
yeah, now watch me run in place
i do the runnin’ man
you’re still in second place
i’m smokin to the face
felt like i’ll sit and stay
i’m stayin danger with the flows
i got a hundred ways
[bridge]
find one hundred ways
stop, stop it!

[verse 3]
i don’t want to wear my collar
i’m a wild dog now
and the net make me sad
so i had to log out
pull up, pop out
industry is sus, too much cop*out
too much confit for real
there’s too many cops out
push the boundary before i push something
y’all don’t even push nothing
push b*ttons praying for a combo
go grab ass b*tches push mongo
so far in the future, in the whip pushin mambo 6

[chorus]
smokin dope like the feds smoked the autozone
come and tell everywhere
why you use a google home still?
hey alexa, ki**[beep]
[beep] (you can’t say that)
out the [beep] house keep the [beep]
in my raincoat
(you can’t say that)
[outro]
i don’t give a f*ck about anything
“so we talked to a man who has been dealing with [c*c*c*clipaholics] in their minds for over twenty years. it’s so puzzling to most of us to think of taking someone’s [swag] that’s not ours”

- william crooks lyrics

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