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We ball'n over here Tune into the game Call me Rose Bryant Call Patron James We walk up in the jawn thick Tell em play my song quick And we gone make a fuck'n movie Like a porn flick We on a mission We the James Bond click We kill'n til the bars close Convict Shawty I was born slick Short temper long dick Hit you with this magic stick After that we gone trick Wala no leash on my colla And if that bitch is molla I'm single as a dolla Smoke west coast kush In my boy Impala Got me in the Carmelo Fuck'n with that Lala Niggas say they can't be seen SongtexteAin't nobody look'n though Turn the heat up on that beef Ain't nobody cook'n though A section full of them bitches That Yo Gotti Look'n foe Yeah that's them 5 stars The get money drive cars They got them bang'n bodies With out the knife scar They take them shots to the head And survive y'all NICE This the flyest shit you may have heard We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word Hit the spot like a god know'n hoes and greenery Watch full of cuts blow'n spinach check the scenery East side high try'n not to spill my lean on me Oh shit dope dick bet your woman feign on me Mic check test 1, 2 blue sing on me You destined for fame don't you be ashamed Tune into the game if that's Patron James Then call me Dewayne Spade Ain't no body in my lane Purple Rain True Trees Reggie Kush She don't do me only Reggie Bush I'm a fall back though I don't ever push 1 head 4 chicks 8 legs Octopus Nigga you don't know all about that I'm a Telemundo freakin for the weekend Eat'n clams mussels lobster Kitchen bed sofa Stretch'n like Rosa Acosta partna You know I'm the coldest On my North Pole shit While you on your rock'n South Pole when it's cold shit Don't ask me for hooks you can't afford my focus Ya turns up Trigga turnt up Aus Songtexte Mania