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Rap game Elian, Cuban raft alien
Killin' all the beats that I'm appearin in
Drinkin all the soda, I ain't sharin' 'em
I got a Red Box and I watch with your girl friend
It's apparent that my glasses are thick
Quit telling me that my hair is slick
I know my denim's flared and I don't give a shit
My boots are bigger than the competitions dick's
They trippin on they back of they pants again
Hit me up if you're looking for a real man
Hit me up if you can handle me
Hit me up if you wanna watch some DVD's
Hit me up on OkCupid, yes I'm trolling every day
Girlies get mad when I tell 'em I don't get paid
All the ladies, I'm single and a mingle
Feeling in the spine, that's a tingle, feel it
Ladies man, trick, Tim Meadow
Ladies man, trick, Tim Meadow
Ladies man, trick, Tim Meadow
Writing rap songs, David Thoreau
Now I'm not the ladies man that I seem to scribe
I'm a lyrical stooge that can't seem to transcribe
His thoughts, his feelings, without any passion
So I just talk shit behind this big grin
Writing songs like I'm Drake, my wheels on the ground
I'm real and I'm sound, I'm sticking around
Rap game real shit take me down a peg again
And watch me rise like my name is Patrick Flynn
Take the time to get to know me and I'll hit you up
I'll send you my digits and a link to my facebook
We'll be in the trap with a couch and some Netflix
Butter popcorn, acting corny clowning with these chicks
White chicks, black chicks, any kinda chicks
I'll be writing big checks keeping myself in check
Kiss my neck and I'll be kissing your cheek
Go down a little bit, get a little R rated you'll see
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