WOAHMYGOODNESS
Your TSC World Champion
from verde terrace with spitta
ExplainLet me gon' light me one up for all my trouble
I'm chillin with this bytch who think we make the perfect couple
But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles
It's me, that's who, I put this shyt together like puzzles
I'm puzzled: is it me or nikkas is lame?
You're coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I'm about to change my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge
My gang wear red, your bytch a air head
But I still break her off like a fukkin chair leg
And Tunechi, ya heard me, you don't deserve me
Swag so sick so injury reserve me
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
But knowing me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my tail
Pause..
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