Song 32 Noname

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[Verse 1]
Phoe-fi-fo, cigarillo, cigarillo
I'm shaking up with the trees, how I keep the leaf in the middle
I’m more than these hotel rentals and dental bills adding up
I'm the Kennedys out for lunch with a preacher, martyr the king
I'm Cardi’s engagement ring, I'm America showing off
I'm Viacom, Viacom, I'm Chappelle in Pelle Pelle
And rapping like Dyalan, spell it like Dylan
Gave my body to Adam, he told me to lie for him
Apple wasn't the apple, the truest sin was the pussy
I'm patriarchy on Sunday, don't push me, I'm Viacom
Y’all niggas got Diddy money, don’t push me, I'm atom bomb
I’m Obama pushing the button, in Libya, Pakistan
Humanly a hypocrite, the sinner and the civilian
The pettiest that it gets, I'm America at its best
Yeah, I'm America at its best
Boom boom, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[Chorus]
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname
Started getting money from writing the haiku
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname
Everybody on me, I'm lookin’ just like you
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname
If you smoking dope, then your shorty can come too
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname
Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay