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Yeah, It's me! Feels good, Carolina, what up? (Blazing) Fayettenam, what up? Therapist. Yo, ay, Yo! You niggas gotta be outta your rabbit ass mind, A savage over this cabbage, You really think I'm finna let your faggot ass shine? (no) Whipping niggas like big body Cadillacs, I'm on my grind, yo, Bonafide hancho, I could see through you niggas with cataracts, blindfolds, As matter of fact, I'm so bomb- niggas scatter that, Niggas that, Niggas so rat, Niggas better act pronto, My whole state in a reign, better pack ponchos, y'all know. Shit is real in the ville, you could die slow or quick, Survival's a bitch! But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the nine yo, Wherever y'all roll, niggas allergic to 5-4. God knows I don't put up no facade, no, No fraud, niggas scheming like Side-Show Bob, Keep my eyes so wide, not another wise, Disrespect me, you could watch your mother sigh, SongtexteFrom the other side, punk-ass nigga. Jump and get lumped fast, throw you in the trunk, Blast pop while I pump gas, Skunk ass niggas is trash, you need a sponge bath, My niggas will ride all day like a funpass, That's some New York shit, I'm from the south, though, Don't never disrespect me, watch yo' mouth hoe, I got agent clout though, y'all niggas dissin' me is doubtful. You talk shit? Watch your life fade like the outro! Aus Songtexte Mania