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Uhh Slab E-N-T Boyyy Yeahh Chip Tha Rip Um-hmm. Bitch I feel good Don't I look stupendous? My shine is so endless, Ain't shit you can do to end this Even when I'm dead nigga's still gon' bump that chip shit Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipshits So we won't forget this, midwest nigga be the coldest Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless And my closet's like a store bitch Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch It's fresher than your whole clique G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me That Louis Vuitton complete me Now r.I.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke I be ridin' super tint. I'm a ghost you never see me. Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin I'm a superhero, like hancock to cleveland (nigga) SongtexteHell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood Bitch, I feel good Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should Bitch, I feel good Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what Bitch, I feel good And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could Bitch, I feel good. Don't I look tremendous? Damn I feel so splendid, I walk up in yo shindig Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home Just call me when you want some I'm out here by my lonesome Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commons, I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa, Problem is you don't want it, nada My nigguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas And I rep my city proper, Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit Nigga we gettin hizigh Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go The nigga who get your income tax every show (let's go) Hell yea, that nigguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood Bitch, I feel good Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should Bitch, I feel good Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what Bitch, I feel good And I'm a stay a fresh, fly nigguh doin' everything you would if you could Bitch, I feel good. Aus Songtexte Mania