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[Intro: Sample + Tha God Fahim]
"If you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? Watch it
Now, my straw reaches acroooooooss the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I... drink... your... milkshake!
I drink it up!"
Whoo! Uh uh, uhuhuh, (Yeah)
Uh!
Check it
Fuck it, yo
Uh
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Infatuated with carryin' blue chrome
Show up to ya grave site just to shoot up ya tombstone
It's no room for the cowardice snake
So you can see the yellow tape
Tha God left a bloody lake
I had dilute you
Expand like Shaka Zulu
Black Voodoo
I'm the man like Master Guru
I blast your noodle
All over your Yeezy's brutle
I hustle like a crackhead
Gettin' so much money, they wanna shoot you in the back, dead
Ain't no fairy when I'm robbin' ya hood
Extortin' ya goods
Gettin' richer than the lottery could
Tha God movin' up, you knew I probably would
Pullin' revolvers outta my coat
You laugh 'til you choke
This fuckin' 38 down your throat
Make sure my track's mastered like Tone and Poke
You get poked
[Intro: Sample + Tha God Fahim]
"If you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw. There it is, that's a straw, you see? Watch it
Now, my straw reaches acroooooooss the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I... drink... your... milkshake!
I drink it up!"
Whoo! Uh uh, uhuhuh, (Yeah)
Uh!
Check it
Fuck it, yo
Uh
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Infatuated with carryin' blue chrome
Show up to ya grave site just to shoot up ya tombstone
It's no room for the cowardice snake
So you can see the yellow tape
Tha God left a bloody lake
I had dilute you
Expand like Shaka Zulu
Black Voodoo
I'm the man like Master Guru
I blast your noodle
All over your Yeezy's brutle
I hustle like a crackhead
Gettin' so much money, they wanna shoot you in the back, dead
Ain't no fairy when I'm robbin' ya hood
Extortin' ya goods
Gettin' richer than the lottery could
Tha God movin' up, you knew I probably would
Pullin' revolvers outta my coat
You laugh 'til you choke
This fuckin' 38 down your throat
Make sure my track's mastered like Tone and Poke
You get poked
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