Song 32 Lyrics - Noname

[Verse 1] 

Phoe-fi-fo, cigarillo, cigarillo 

I'm shaking up with the trees, how I keep the leaf in the middle 

I'm more than these hotel rentals and dental bills adding up 

I'm the Kennedys out for lunch with a preacher, martyr the king 

I'm Cardi's engagement ring, I'm America showing off 

I'm Viacom, Viacom, I'm Chappelle in Pelle Pelle 

And rapping like Dyalan, spell it like Dylan 

Gave my body to Adam, he told me to lie for him 

Apple wasn't the apple, the truest sin was the pussy 

I'm patriarchy on Sunday, don't push me, I'm Viacom 

Y'all niggas got Diddy money, don't push me, I'm atom bomb 

I'm Obama pushing the button, in Lybia, Pakistan 

Humanly a hypocrite, the sinner and the civilian 

The pettiest that it gets, I'm America at its best 

Yeah, I'm America at its best 

Boom boom, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah 

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[Chorus] 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Started getting money from writing the haiku 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

If you smoking dope, then your shorty can come too 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay 

[Verse 2] 

Riddle me happy, I'm lonely, hysteria 

A lone gunman outside the parking lot, Missus America 

I'm everything that you're not, like Kendrick before his prime 

I'm the ticking inside his watch, and an underdog you forgot 

Got privilege and money 

Part of me buried in the earth, part of me chasin' more money 

Parted with artificial trappings, y'all can't take nothing from me 

I'm going dummy for dummy 

If all my godliness is measured by the way that y'all love me, I'm free 

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[Chorus] 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Started getting money from writing the haiku 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

If you smoking dope, then your shorty can come too 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname 

Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay 

[Outro] 

Haiku 

Like you, like you 

No, no, come too