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nicki: i'm in a tricky little mood i trick these little dudes i tell em that i love 'em but i never really do see, i like pretty shoes and i like pretty minks and i like sight sein' the pyramids and the sphinx he cop italian pieces so i do the first pump and i can only push it if the trunk is in the front if the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back you can hit me on the jet i chat on the mac see i am who i am nicky am motherfucker if she say she not a fan she a lying motherfcuker over shopping in paris so i speak a little french oui oui raggedy time for you to hit then bench indecisive so i always gotta pick two i guess that's why i got the yorkie and the shitzu i told fab get that michael knight kitt coupe before i put this pussy on ya chipped tooth jiaer lavon: i pull up my 42's so i call you little dudes your woman coming single, i take my chicks in twos and when it comes to sippin lemonade is what i choose and when it come to trippin that's all you really do Songtextei don't work at lowers but you know i keep them tools come around my town i'll show ya what them hammers do and this is not a diss, this is just what i do and all y'all nigaas false, i'm only speakin in truths you get it? the program: get with it i'm killing these niggas, like cancer to liver nigga package out the liver trigger finger on the trigger she treat me then trick ya i'm in it go figure the way i bringin money you would think i'm doing taxes cause the money come in like income backwards so i'ma go hard cause i ain't trying to go home that's why i'm snappin on this beat like you just finished the poem and i spits that crack you can just call me jerome and i go all out like that nigga from home alone even though i never write, my nigga i'm never wrong so i'ma give it up and let sean go off big sean first whip, garbo second whip largo don't worry bout my niggas they're good, marshall bank account got me feelin well, fargo ballin till i get a millicheck, darko i just give em line after line after line after... after line after line, barcode they lookin for my work, narco cause i just black out in the booth, charcoal me, don see, tonin 54 bitches this weed finna' blow i bet they finna' blow nigga 2 pounds of weed don't' act like you don't know nigga i put that green up like mistletoe nigga (Merci à Maria R. pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania