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You should be rolling up by now Knowing I'm a look Cool in them Black and white pictures When they talk about Underground rappers Gettin high and making history I'm sick and tired these niggaz Claiming they as sick as me They lying I checked your chart Your file saying you soft Something fishy hoe nigga You more bass then boss Off the boat small fries And stowaways get tossed Can't party on the shore with us fool Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool nigga Ain't really that cool Can't follow these moves You need more expensive shoes Working out smoking strong On a week long cruise Bonfire with theses bitches Singing songs to the moon Too high to judge SongtexteCall my ex bitch that did foul shit Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge Back shot revenge style, ain't no love Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub Cover my tracks don't let my bitch know where I was Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM's Sexting tryna see him Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company I'm building one of them hunny I know that's why you want me, success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out] Aus Songtexte Mania