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[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] She don't want liquor, she just want wine She just my kind: long hair, fat behind They say we're intertwined, we belong together In the club throwing money up, changing weather G's on my sweater, all I get is cheddar Money go-getters: Waka Flocka and 2 Timez Gucci - sup, I said to the Haitians Waddup Luchi. Free my nigga Zoe 40K for a show. Practice what I preach Shawty Mane that's all I know Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking slow I'm smoking on reefer, me Gucci and Wiz Khalifa [Hook: Gucci Mane] Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out And leave her. Comment trough a speaker Grind in my 2-seater Cause I got a fleet-a Send em work like it ain't a leak-a I practice what I preach-a If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got a murder charge now for the tracks I murdered Like a nigga turned around, I'm going back to work SongtexteGot a smirk on my face cause I smoke the purp Gucci boy, now they doing a search And I ain't been lame, but tame your dame Cause you should be ashamed how she's off the chain I'm insane in the brain like Saddam Hussain I got a brink of extra change of this extra 'caine It's crazy, Dwayne just counting strange Me and Waka Flocka Flame on a private plane With 2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train Like an organ donor, baby loan the brain [Hook: Gucci Mane] Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out And leave her. [?] speaker Grind in my 2-seater Cause I got a fleet-a Send em work like it ain't a leak-a I practice what I preach-a If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya Aus Songtexte Mania