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[feat. Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka] [Chorus:] I keep them [?] 26's on deck, [?] got a fresh [?] juice [?] And the bitches they be on it Oh man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seats, stick shift, Like the shirts on jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on, who We on it I pull up on them hoes, Roll my windows down Let my music out, Forfeit [?] shake the ground Smoking on that medical Sipping on some medicine Top dog letterman She wanna ride I let her in She sexy than a motherfucker Plus she bought her best friend Like it's [?] 2 for 1 party at the Weston Songtexte5 star sweets, bottles everywhere Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, biatch I got a swagger of Mick Jagger, If you want her, you can have her I don't had her, we don't had her They be shooting at my ladder Cause I'm standing on a pedestal She gonna give me good head Just cause I'm ahead of you Jay Rock flyer than [?] no shit I'm a king, fuck a prince I don't know no Will Smith I don't owe you niggers shit I'm a self-made nigger Ain't that's why your bitch let me fuck her for days nigger [Chorus:] I keep them [?] 26's on deck, [?] got a fresh [?] juice [?] And the bitches they be on it Oh man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seats, stick shift, Like the shirts on jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on, who We on it They like damn got you [?] My [?] like an immigrant [?] love America, my swag just in feeling it Clothes come from Italy, Wine like the Kennedy Middle of the [?] [?] with percentages 85 percent with no [?] Fit more than loud pipes, must I mention it Rims kinda interesting [?] I just want some [?] Shawty say I ain't intimate We don't need no bake [?] [?] she don't wanna suck a brother [?] [Chorus:] I keep them [?] 26's on deck, [?] got a fresh [?] juice [?] And the bitches they be on it Oh man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seats, stick shift, Like the shirts on jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on, who We on it I got a fast car, Nascar, Popping like a [?] Pussy wet [?] Finger for my wrist [?] Got me fucking on my girlfriend [?] yellow [?] my [?] feel the L.A. breeze [?] I got [?] I came a long way from Bronx selling weed [?] gamble with your life, pussy niggers roll them dice [Chorus:] I keep them [?] 26's on deck, [?] got a fresh [?] juice [?] And the bitches they be on it Oh man they be so on it Whoa whoa I got a fast car, Nascar Yes 2 seats, stick shift, Like the shirts on jets And the bitches they be on it Oh man, they be so on, who We on it. Aus Songtexte Mania