I Don't Like The 1800s, I Like The 2000s

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I don't like the 1800s, I like 2000
I ain't gonna cash the check if it ain't two thousand
How you say you even rich, you don't got 2 thou
How you say you getting cash, you don't got no cow
I be walking on this beat like god damn ow
I could walk up in Walmart, walk out with style
I ain't talked to that one girl, yeah it's been a while
I ain't talked to that one

Your shorty stuck to me but listen I don't got no tape
All these damn leaves around me I'ma need a a rake
You don't got enough money to make the money counter break
You ain't shot enough threes you to do the thug shake
Ughh
Thug shake on a bad broad you don't gotta watch
(Man I wasn't trying to watch in the first place bro like come on now)

Aye listen, why you flexing on the gram you ain't got no pape
Why your girl shaking ass she ain't got no cake
Why you flexing on the gram you ain't got no pape
Why your girl shaking ass she ain't got no cake

On god, aye, like did you hear bro?
He was over there, speaking facts, did you hear bro?
He was over there, in the dark, did you fear bro?
Aye, I just gotta know, chillin with some hoes, knock em down like some dominoes
Look over there, two latinas, I need some of those
Aye, (what?) You got taste man, I ain't falling off
What they think, I'm like Lil Xan?
I got two big booty babes, they don't wanna talk
I love big booty, how it jiggle round when they walk
I love pourin syrup, yeah I love sipping on the wok
I love double cupping, yeah I'm loving when it's on the rocks

Like did you hear that?
Heard you got COVID-20, yeah I ain't near that
I like liking Instagram stories like that ass fat
I like doing tracks at the crib, it's just like that

Why you flexing on the gram, you ain't got no pape
Why your girl's shaking ass, she ain't got no cake
Why you flexing on the gram, you ain't got no pape
Why your girl's shaking ass, she ain't got no cake

Damn, uh, yeah
Took a hit of the blunt, started coughing, washed it down with some lean
Shawty talking down on me, but she all up on her knees
Had the car smelling good, know I keep them Lil Trees

All my shooter want is a medal, he like Wreck It Ralph
Talking crazy, yeah we finna bop em in his mouth
Shout out Kanye, yeah he went North, but I went South
Just got a K from a freshman for a lil ounce (dummy)

4 a.m. out the crib, like what's the move
Damn, bitch, you ain't get picked up to go get food
Shawty started tripping, telling me how I'm so rude
Stop playing with me, bitch, I'ma just go and call your dude
Bitch said that she wanna slide, I'm like, okay, bet
Hit a home run with that bitch, I'm like Mookie Betts

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