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Bitch [?] through my precisions I'm killing, lyrical villain I'm higher, touchin' the ceilin' I'm willing to fucking win this I'm in this to finish niggas for dinner [?] look out below to your temple (boom) I call back, september, october, november, december You faggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter Rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey [?] to overlook me No contest, I arm wres, monster on his loch ness [?] penis, hoochies hop up on my crotches Spotless, fucking a conscious goddess In the darkness, [?] is all set, I got this Heartless, congress, condoms Working on a topless [?] The compass is directing, secting I get carried away with the sexting, complexing She's yours, I'm annexing I got a gun (I cock it back) I got a gun (betta wear your strap) I got a gun (nigga, don't get clapped) You better run (see it in my lap) I got a gun (nigga, got my gun) SongtexteI got a gun (nigga, this shit fun) I got a gun (I'm a kill that bitch) You better run Left brain is my lex luger, bitch I'm waka flocka Over the stove, mixing music [?] pasta Swag me the fuck out, I stash my dirty money at casey's house Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth 120 degrees [?] pistol holster's pouch Radness of warriors, jewlery store, glory whores Bloody and lovely, wolf gang coyote ugly I'm a wild animal, bitch, I can't be tamed Or identified, or better, even named And ho, that's a shame Shoulda applied more effort in this game Yeah, call me acronym jim, keep my beretta and my burgundy tim Shoot that nigga, make sure he dead Shoot that nigga, aim for his head Kill that bitch and steal her purse Call everybody here her phone If that motherfucka works Take that, bitch $40 a month Aus Songtexte Mania