The PaK - Dumbyoung Newports lyrics

[Verse 1: Luke Flywalker] Can a young midget get money anymore? Your lookin' up to me, and I'm only 5'4 My car has four doors, and you know that's for sure I get more raps than a tortilla store Put them all to rest I'm harder than a desk Straight chillin' with my dog, like Johnny Test Wanna test me, Ima have to get three K.I.Ds, to beat your A.S.S Yes I'm the best Lyrically molest I be in the clouds like a jumbo jet But I don't smoke the sess, I just get them checks Like an answer that's correct on an algebra test Sorry to be rude, but I'm with three other dudes That don't do chew or rock DC shoes We be from the boosk Got racks like a moose Blowin' bucks like gay deer, but I am not a queer [Verse 2: Thaddie P] Can a young mix breed get money any more? My raps are hot like global warming but I don't see no Al Gore Lyrics stay nasty, like a cold sore I take out trashy rappers but It's not much of a chore I am Thaddie P I'm a f**ing beast Reptar on this beat Blacker than the south but, whiter than the east Getting bread like wheat Rising up like yeast I am f**ing gorgeous Your bi-curious like George is I trim the leaf, smoke the reef, and get buds like a florist Something that rhymes with oranges Running this sh** like forrest did Hotter than some porridge is Your lookin' mad because your b**h pays all my mortgages Dirtbaggin' like B-town, use your girl as my rebound I f**ed this thick b**h and I made her loose 40 pounds And I'm off this beat now [Verse 3: Ginger-Vitus] Can't a young ginger get money anymore? Last time I checked, your raps were a bore Not like the pig kind More like your girlfriend I like em' Brazilian and Asian, man that's a good blend Understand I'm on some other sh** Leave your flows on the mend Your girlfriend likes me, lil bit Man I'm Kanye rich k**ed this beat like Shannon Someone tell these mothaf**ers what the plan is She said I'm the craziest, I said b**h, I'm the Rap Genius Now I'm on top and your rap was meaningless You tried to come off hood, and I look like the cleanest Cause when I go in on this beat Man I'm the best Skin so white I'm called Crest Man I'm f**ing Ginger-Vitus [Verse 4: Dewy Parker] Does a young Injun get money any more? I can honestly say I don't and I adore No worries about the P.D. knockin' at my door f** a b**h twice and now she's gone because I'm bored Im a true motha f**a I don't do d** Don't drink booze but I do get hugs Knees all burned from the f**in' rug Fed her my sauce and now she stuffed I get money like a teddy bear That's not sh** but it's good I swear Loitering like every day f** around like any way Don't give a f** thats what I say Screaming YOLO like a gay Smoke a pack, with the pack They be smokin', I lean back k**in' chillin' like this track I swear I want my penny back... b**hes love my f**in' co*k Harder than a f**in' rock Tell them hoes to hit the floor, thats when all their panties drop Punk Ass Kids be slappin' hoes We stay tight like a pack of bros Driving in my momma's whip Mini van, got the clique Heading to a banquet Halfway there and the sh** stalls out