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Uh, Dual exhaust Tips Windows cracked, my sunroof back This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit They fucks with that, that's love shown back Lock the door behind ya homie Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh I can tell you about it, make believe partners Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie You already know as we though previously discussed it Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public Broke new ground I flew airplanes above it Penmanship of a pilot, skywritings Got that gift ripped, Flew pimpin mony-itis Perfected my aim, a new improved Leonidas 300 Jets, endangered species We the last fly niggas left, YES Not so much for the radio And not so much for the TV Not so much for the radio And not so much for the TV Not so much for the radio And not so much for the TV But I do it all for fast cars Faster women, strong drinks and stronger weed, Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania