Lean Beef Patty (feat. Danny Brown)

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    In the morning
    Maybe we could start a family
    I wanna see your pretty face
    Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man
    Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
    This is what I need

    First off, fuck Elon Musk
    Eight dollars too much, bitch, that's expensive (True)
    For the hoes in the back and the crackers in they slacks
    If I tweet then delete then I meant it (Uh)
    I don't really need a check
    Because I got enough respect
    And these niggas bitin' on me like a dentist (Uh-huh)
    See, they all about free speech
    Until they hear some shit and they get offended (Uh, let's go)
    This ain't what you want (Let's go), no, this ain't what you want
    Ah, fuck y'all niggas, I feel like Papa John (Insane)
    Laughin' straight to the bank, I'm Tony Khan (Khan)
    And they hate what I say 'cause I ain't wrong (Let's go, let's go, let's go, uh)
    What kinda rappin' is this? The kind that make rap niggas pissed (You know it)
    I put a thumb in my bitch
    That pussy gettin' beat up like Gibbs, she know it
    These niggas be textin' with kids, it doesn't get stranger than this, that's ho shit
    Fuck a bar, I don't fuck with you niggas, like I'm Hulk Hogan (Wait)
    I am me
    Rittenhouse with the shot I repeat
    While you stretchin' the truth in your tweets
    I been stretchin' your girl, Iron Sheik
    What's the deets?
    In the crib, drinkin' Soylent for weeks (For weeks)
    Watch your energy, watch what you tweet
    You can go from Elon to Ye in a week, buddy (Buddy, buddy, buddy)

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    Numb myself with that antidote
    Blacked-out, can't think no more
    So ain't no way we 'bout to take this slow
    In that never seen before
    Behind the scenes, on that cuttin' room floor
    Smokin' on that, don't need no more
    So lemme tell ya where we gon' go
    To a place you won't ever wan' leave
    Got it locked, hid the set of keys
    In your head, girl, I'm rent free
    She can't stop thinkin' about me
    So drop it low like you pickin' up change
    Go'n 'head girl do your thang
    So what's up with that what's up
    Spittin' fast like Busta
    Do I need to trust ya
    To feel like I love ya?

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    Composition: Daniel Sewell and Devon Hendryx

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