Jekyll lyrics

[Verse]
b*tches wanna f*ck
But my di*k's too big take it well
Mother f*ckers wanna shake hands?
Homie, don't play yourself, uh
Clowning rappers
I been godly, since the age of 12
Before that, I hadn't tried
So we may as well
Say that I'm phenomenal
Say that I'ma problem
Say what the f*ck you wanna say
Just know that I got it
I made something out of nothing
That's the prophecy of profit
Mom and dad didn't make a baby
They made a deposit
Now, I'm coming out the closet
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Made this in my bedroom
It still sounds like a million dollars, dog
Still traffic drugs to these kids
Children's Tylenol
Now, they can see my music, all in color
That's a xylophone
I just leveled up
At this rate I think I might evolve
I just f*cked yo b*tch
Get my nut, then she dry me off
If I knew she was yo b*tch
I woulda f*cked her twice
Mama taught me don't say nothing
If you can't say nothing nice
Killin' this sh*t
Your b*tch on my di*k and I love it
I pull that sh*t out in public
Life is a b*tch and she sl*tty
Give hella brain
I call her over to study
Thorough as Durrough, yeah buddy
Rolling like a big shot
Yeah, I'm smoking Kid Cudi
It's that time of the month
So you know my di*k's bloody
Then I'm over that b*tch, liike money
Ain't sh*t sweet, ooh, ain't sh*t funny
Fathering rappers, they're always sonny
Told her back that ass up
'Cause she's always frontin'
Young Baby, Birdman
I'm the number #1 stunner
I am dope as sh*t
Cocaine I'm flushin
Knock it out the park
Long way from buntin
I want everything
'Cause I came from nothing
Well, everything
But the pain and suffering
Like my white girl pale as f*ck
She don't need no damn tan
Yeah, I know you hate me
Name a baller that you can stand
Boy I got hoes from the San Fran
To the Grand strand
Love to see my mom in a Camaro
f*ck a grand am
I remember we ain't have no car
b*tch, we was walking
Sleeping on the floor
In an unfurnished apartment
Looking at the sky
Tryna wish up on a star man
Now I'm writing for my family, guys
I think I'm Seth McFarlane
If I see a bad b*tch and she with it
Then she can get it
Ain't a 10 she a 5950
That pus*y fitted
If it wasn't such a nice guy
I'd probably be pimping b*tches
With a name like curiousity
Constantly killing kittens
Honestly think I'm sh*tty at this rap thing
Autotuning everything cause I can't sing
Never talking 'bout nothing I be rambling
On my French Montana
I ain't worried about a damn thing
But I done seen the struggle
And I done seen the hustle
When it rains it pours
Like a beach is how we treat them puddles
Ain't no f*cking crystal stair
You better keep a pistol near
I just wanna make records
The same color as Sisqo's hair
If I'm being honest
I be dropping goat level sh*t
If I'm being modest
I'm in love with basic b*tches, boy
I think they the hottest
But they never love me back
So, I be sad