Dat Ass Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Juicebox, tank top, tube socks 

Dude stop, forehead shiny like a new Glock 

Two shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin' in 

All purpose verses with a passion for servin' kids 

Empty out your purses on an immature crime spree 

Eyin' up the nurses with some gloves that read I squeeze 

Who the fuck said to speak, Mr. Me-Is-Siamese? 

Even Christ said "Christ, he flows quite nicely" 

Hypebeast's highly likely to bite me 

And try to high five me, but I just give them high threes 

Cause y'all don't get two, touch me, I'm the shit 

Sue me, if you got an issue, grab a tissue 

Mediocrity is odd to me 

Ass as far as ya eyes can see. Who the best? They holla me 

Nombre, Ho-lay shit, I don't spit crack, I spit cocaine crisp 

I ain't fuckin' with it if it's no payment 

Cause everyone knows paid dues don't pay rent 

I'm dope like the coke that I'm laced with 

Dreams what I'm chasin', flow hot it's chafin' 

This is why I'm hot? No, that is why I'm blazin' 

Dilla jacked Nick, I am shinin' like the diamond that I'm draped in 

But I don't wear jewelery, it's HUF over Louis V 

Excuse the endurance miss, this critic thing is new to me 

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