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I be on that other shit, I'm harder than a consonantAnd that's because I'm flyer than the mother ship, you ostrichI'm awesome rich. Call a bitch. Fresher than my lozengesThe problem is you in the Danger Zone like Kenny Loggins isI'm fly, I'm tight. They say I'm sick, they rightYou think you good? I swear, put your shit to bed. Good nightYes, I'm sittin' on the bench 'cause I don't play no gamesI just spit that Bellevue, watch them go insaneWhy these mothafuckas think they wakin' up in pain?'Cause they sleepin' on the hardest nigga in this gameHell yes, I'm on that zombie shit, I must get brainThey will not forget me, like I was hit by planesI ain't got to do it big, I just gotta do it differentAnd these hoes are on my dick, and if you got it, it ain't trickin'I be steady gettin' paper, call a nigga Dunder Mifflin And these rappers cannot see me, I'm the only one with visionI be on that other shit, I be on that other shit, I be on that other shitAnd you can't handle none of itI be on that other shit, I be on that other shit, I be on that other shitAnd you can't handle none of itI'm on top of turd mountain; King shit, bitchesCan't nobody top that; Teen Witch, bitchesSongtexteI don't make it rain, I bring the heat storm, niggaWeezy F is in jail, I keep his seat warm, niggaYes, I get it like I live itYes, this pimp is still is pimpin'Y'all don't want me to be differentWhat the fuck is y'all thinkin'?That does not suit me, call it Ben Sherman'Cause I get more green than Curly, heard me?I'm in charge of new shit; Don't talk, do shitSpittin' at the crowd like I play heavy metal musicI can say anything, call me John CusackKeep my dick wetter than the bottom of a cruise shipKeep it fresh to death. Keep my swag inside a coffinSo fly, I'm in the sky like Vodka, partnerShout out to Marc Jacobs. Yeah, my feet be feelin' highbrowAnd Band of Outsiders, got your tie on right nowGlory versus failure. There is nothing to it'Cause you win some and lose some, Sandra BullockTell me when I'm way too much, when no one had faith in usThey thought Child was child's play, but now, they see we dangerousBring your girl around and let me show her how her body workShe like me 'cause my wallet fat, it should wear a Hawaiian shirtComin' for your spot, like I do when I'm inside of herGot the cold, hard green in my hand, no HeinekenListen upListen up, please. Check my steezInsect ligaments, I'm the bee's kneesWatch my math, like 75 minus 6How can number 2 be number 1? Because I'm the shit, bitchI be on that other shit, I be on that other shit, I be on that other shitAnd you can't handle none of itI be on that other shit, I be on that other shit, I be on that other shitAnd you can't handle none of it Aus Songtexte Mania