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Yeah, fresh off tour nigga I still smell like the van and shit I was like, "soon as we get into the studio... Load that Jai Paul joint up" [Verse 1:] What it do, what it do? Peas and carrots, I'm back in the stu, in the stu Shouts to Casey Veggies, that's my dude Finish touring, now I'm back up in the booth Like Superman 4, S on my chest and Damn ho, he flexing Hard in the paint, that's a Van Gogh erection Head til I ache, X on Excedrin Niggas gonna hate, that's a fact, not a question You face time and I'm giving bars like facing time Throw your watch in the garbage, nigga, you wasting time Doctor my lyrics, I'm taking time with these patient rhymes They say the world's cold - time to make it mine [Hook:] I know I've been gone a long time I'm back and I want what is mine I know I've been gone a long time I'm back and I want what is mine Songtexte [Verse 2:] What it do, what it do? They want beef? Well, I'm back in the stu, in the stu Like Hangover 2 with a Tyson tattoo They want a new classic? Well, I'm writing that too Money, cars, hoes, chains Dope flows, females, wait? They got no content and subject, fam, they emails blank Paint a picture and tell whatever the details can't Buildin' a movement, them haters making my retail wait When they go on sale, put it on the scale Praying that it do well, and weigh as much as blue whales Dropping bars for all of them broads who bailed Smoking that cool J, giving haters 2 L's Perfect timing, I started popping with rhyming I was close to getting a job at Furniture on Consignment Tapping on the table and spinning around in a chair man Now it's deals on the table with the chairman [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania