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Luke Larson - Clownface (Demo)

I had an Instagram challenge to make a rap song over Spring Break - this was the result. Official audio to be released soon! LYRICS Luke Larson - 2019 Alright, okay Alright okay Alright, okay Here we go Fuck a bad bitch from Bombay Before anybody else, she my bomb bae Make her head spin like a drunk Beyblade Send your girl in my direction I’ma get your babe laid Wallet so deep it sound like Tay Zonday Fall for a new bitch every single day Live like Anubis in every single way Like fuck what you think and fuck what you say I came, I saw, then I came again Don’t play the game of life for fun - I’m playing to win Scum fuck rat looking like Songwin I’m tryna take her friend back to the Hampton Inn I’m shipping the two of us like Amazon Prime Tell Gal Gadot “move out the way”, you Amazon fine Tech money rolling in, Amazon dime Going for my homie’s girl, Amazon crime I stopped texting first, we ain’t speak in a month Born in the Year of the Tiger now I’m sick of the hunt I’m sorry honey, I don’t mean to be blunt But I feel like I should kick you right in the - KANGA SAMPLE Uh, sorry about that I got a little bit… carried away there My ex was taken Boyfriend look like a farmer Said she’ll never fuck an Asian Then I put a chink in her armor Eating all these disbelievers up, where the rest at? Name one thing I ain’t the motherfuckin best at Bitches with my patience, why they always tryna test that? She say she my X, but baby where your chest at? Sorry honey, things fall apart - Okonkwo My last hoe plateaued as a wedding no-show Solo, loco, getting laid in Tokyo Lipo and FOMO, that’s your motto YOLO How many people do I gotta cut to make it to the top This shit a Fantano-certified bop Feel some type of way when I see that crop top My life ain’t a sitcom, ain’t that shock? Telling me she cuffed, but I don’t see a ring I do three things: code, fuck, and sing Iced up, like foreign chink bling You ain’t on my level, you hang by a string Fuckboy aesthetic Bitches gravitate to me, I’m magnetic Kama Sutra, I read it Rob your dinero girl, I get it Me plus you, that’s basic addition Your man’s out of date, I’m the latest edition He’s washed up like the remix to ignition His personality shit, I’m like nuclear fission Move to California I gentrify the whole state Talk shit about Ohio - we the realest state Own two islands in my real estate Caligula vibes, gotta seal me away Oof This shit is harder uh... than it sounds Damn I wax philosophical My lyrics diabolical My charisma is optical Catch me in the hospital Rep the 216, my body in dipped in Styx Fuck with 811 throw your name on the ban list Cut out your tongue if you mention my damn lisp Then you can slit your wrist honey, I insist My rides are free and carbon neutral Your girl ride me back to the future Never the student, yeah I’m always the tutor 3 grand in a minute, you still working at Hooters Got shit to say? Say it to my face Appropriating culture, I’m wearing clownface Took a dick pic, phone ran out of space Bow to me humans, I’m from outer space Digital Harry Potter fluent in Python Tight flow like Bar Mitzvah boys with their ties on Waiting on my record deal, until then I’ma shine on Cosign my name tangent to the dotted line Alright Till next time Luke Larson out