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Hello young cocoa butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love Subarus
Rolling with the super crew, Something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mommy that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani
Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin"
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man
That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, eat down with beat nuts
We got the net wet trying to get the street fucked
See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit
White boy wasted, then we write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit
Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks
You know, like the show, Seinfeld?
Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt
Copper bundle the Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle
Could get a real job only rap weekly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me
Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki
Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as hell
My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy
Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
If they tryna gauge if I'm tame enough to be they commie pet
I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nikki Minaj would massage me