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(feat. Chip Tha Ripper) [Chorus:] Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the Coupe Be Damned if a nigga ain't High to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh [Verse:] Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean They gimme to my fans, I'm country till I decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'm a say some some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe SongtexteBut she wanna check though Dodging and popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes that I want, And give my niggas what is left I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock em Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past NOW I'm bout to throw em on the JAG [Chorus:] Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the Coupe Be Damned if a nigga ain't High to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh Aus Songtexte Mania