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Um pick a nigga better I could have a picnic with your mothafuckin top 5 If I ain't in it then them 5 guys is straight 8 like 5 guys Popeyes hot fries doin numbers in the street like hopskotch I rock everything I'm on I be going hard I be acting like a fool I be goin off I jus bought the fuckin top spot like I'm goin paul Umm, speakin of that ain't no top on my whip While you poppin your lips got your fox with no top Givin top in my whip with a tropical beeeeitch I handle hoes u wife that freak broad I could help you get chur MAC right I'm like the geek squad I don't fuck with no weed though but I smoke a bummin bitch Got them starbucks in my pocket that's that mocha on that swiss Los the dopest hoes be focused on the glow that's on his wrist If your chick in here make her disapear and put the hocust pocus on your bitch Pull a rabbit out a hat and make a habbit outta that That's magic, wala, but your bitch gone that's tragic, nada You want no friction, that's static I get my grip on this automatic and it's buhbye My saliva like lava Bring the drama to you like obama did osama Hoes tell me [?] los I'm like you don't believe it You can call my bluff heres a motherfuckin phone number nigga (ahhh) ............ Aus Songtexte Mania