Damn what happened
Rap ain’t even rapping
What’s the deal with music today
Gwen Stefani
You could be my mommy
Gotta get you out of LA
Would you
Let me
Move in to your heart for free?
I would
Treat you good
Buy us a place out in Hollywood
We could get an apartment in the heart of the city
The location is great, but the people are shitty
Maybe
Stay with me
On the east coast where the funky people be
LA
Ain’t for me
I’ll settle down in Philadelphia, okay
So f#ck with thе birds or f#ck what you heard
I’ll love you forevеr I give you my word
Move in to the city I came from the burbs
So mess with the kid or get flushed ya turd, word
I could be the man of your dreams
If you’ve been dreaming bout a mustache and a man with a scheme
Wiggle wiggle on over, got a crop full of cream
This little birdie gettin wormy when she thinking of me
Cuz I’m the super fresh outlaw, no clout y’all
A Gwen Stefani little mommy screaming No Doubt y’all
And Gwen….I really think we should give this an honest try
Tell Blake Shelton Ima turn him right in to a skeleton
Melt his dumb #ss down to gelatin
And what a-r-r-r-r-rested development
With uh… Michael Cera
Riggity riggity rap sh#t, cuz I
A-tiggity-tack sh#t I do back flips over these whack kids
Give em fat lips and then I make em do my taxes
Oh what you wanna talk about practice?
Damn what happened
Rap ain’t even rapping
What’s the deal with music today
Gwen Stefani
You could be my mommy
Gotta get you out of LA
LA LA LA
Ain’t for me
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