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Bubble Gum Lyrics - The Odd Future Tape, Vol.1 - Odd Future

[Verse 1: Hodgy] 

Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes 

Hodgy Beats, where he? Looking for a large payroll 

Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos 

I'm tryna stack chips nigga, peelin' my potatoes 

If I'm not the biggest boss that you've see thus far 

Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars 

Big ponts being stuck into a Cuban cigar 

Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre 

We don't go to the club nigga, we post at the bar 

Have conversation with girls that don't know who we are 

With diamonds in our ears, looking like cube stars 

I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard 

 

[Hook: Casey] 

And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict 

Crack music going hard, Odd Future got a bag it 

Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum 

Eh, all the little females like yummy yum 

 

[Verse 2: Tyler] 

Now ugly girls get out, the light skinned girls about 

Without a doubt you niggas don't amount to shit, no need to count 

Now bring the ruler out like Rick the Ruler paid in full 

I'm cooler than your cooler, got these hoes, now where's my garden tool 

Fuck 'em all, all them fuck with the Future 

I back with Thrash Hard backyard beach cruiser, look 

You niggas can't contain the thoughts that's flowin' in my brain 

It synthesizes skits oh neutron from steering paper plane 

And the white girls love me and the haters shove me 

And push me until I beat the pussy up like it was ugly 

And that's without the loot, niggas take the time to tune 

The diamond dolla's, bitch I'm complex like Einstein's Rubix Cube 

Look, I'm the truth, now stop daring me 

Niggas kill yourself and decide to go back to therapy 

And my right is right, my right is left, my left is wrong 

Now bitches throw your fucking bras off while I'll be writin' my songs 

 

[Hook] 

 

[Verse 3: Hodgy] 

Gimme a couple commas while I abreviate 

The war between the pen and paper I aleviate 

Alexander is Hodgy, cause I can be the Great 

As long as I have a hundred mill' in the cheese steak 

In a big breifcase like I won a sweepstakes 

Odd Future got money out the ass for G's sakes 

I feel like I can fly without wings on my back 

This is crack with me, but this crack ain't whack 

I got niggas hooked, yeah, the stadium packed 

And I flip that like a gymnasium mat 

His grind time, and I'm making it stretch 

Why get less for more when you can get more for less 

Pure for less, down, five three 18 thousand impression 

If you comprehend what I recommend press send 

If you comprehend what I recommend, Odd Future 

 

[Hook]