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Niggers say they want that beef Agoff came in, strapped up Laying niggers back up Ballistics your back up Better call for backup Act tough BZ got my back bro Came in Nigger like a navy seal Keep it real Niggers I'm up in that field Like a fucking army man Guns came from Pakistan We came from Pakistan Giving niggers bag hands Street nigger's life bitches We all sitting up twenty inches And I shit on twenty eight Life is great And it may Eat the cake Nigger I Take you niggers any day Never gave a fuck Cause my cake up Wake up SongtexteBake up Nigger I ain't With that fucking hating stuff Fuck that Positive But I'm a lip Twenty's whip Got my money on my mind I'm out of here So fly Need some fucking land to give Understand Agoff Is the fucking man in here Never gave a fuck about the next man Nigger I'm the best man Agoff I'm the hit man Leaning on that [?] Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage See I Got a sign A Get my money all day Whip my nigger TAZ Ain't no motherfucking freak Rhymes for two time felon That's may selling Weed on the street Still hustle just to eat Fuck with me you defeat Never see me on the floor I get hit some niggers get murdered Get some murder more It's that real shit Killer shit Catch you up I'm real as shit Pull you fucking eyes Out your face You be feeling shit I don't give a fuck Smoke some drone Passed that row Bitches want to fuck some more She off that blow She's a hoe She going to suck me at the party With the [?] T some records in the club And we not up here to fight Just fuck a bitch Swag out Niggers out here mad about Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out Pull you flag out Bet it's pink Have a drink Bitch ass nigger Can't get bitches Cause his fucking breath stink He's on where these hoes at Nigger where the drones at You ain't fresh bitch Where your fly fresh clothes at? You, looking broke rat Looking like a broke bitch We going to smoke some weed nigger We don't roll up rich Brand new Feeling shit Brand new Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage Brand new Killer tick Brand new Illicit Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new vintage Hoe that new vintage New vintage hoe Brand new Ocean gang Millionaire Ben D Fen D Gucci Bitches want to fuck me Suck me Screw me Cocaine on my card Yeah she going to sniff it up Suck on his dick girl Yeah going to get it up Squirt you Work you But I never hurt you Yeah it's a clipping blood Blood, cuts and raw moves Yeah young Jesus Niggers know where's ether Add that X on the front Bitch it's Tisa Yeah slide you Visa Yeah I'm like ether Yeah I'm in the clouds yeah uh But you see the cloud and the foreman Sun of George Foreman Good a grill good a meal Yeah we be swarming Yeah I'm that guy too Yeah call me Tele View Till your bitch went She come in To my view Yeah it's the teeth that click SODMG bitch Meet Soulja Boy We be getting to know [?] Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a [?] I'm his beat I'm a slap her Yeah, I do this shit Tisa Gang Ocean Gang What the fuck you want to do? Bitch sniffing that cocaine Yeah goddamn I swag got a space Man you're a fucking disgrace Came in first place Young Dre MCM briefcase I got hit Money in my pocket [?] Gold in my wallet Treat you like a stocking Hang you on that fucking wall Death is what pick up a drone So I won't pick up her calls Every day I fucking ball And I'm knocking pictures Of your fucking wall Young Soulja Boy Met my swag It's fantastic Fuck your body Dump your body Of in Lake [?] I'm live boy It's nothing I'm riding on a lama All day stitching clear with the drum bro They don't want their drama Main they ride around with tats on them Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang We'll swarm them I don't want to harm them But I knock his head of his shoulder bro Nigger catch an uppercut Nigger catch a peak shot Riding around my hood Yeah you think it's the east coast Fucking with the west coast Hit his man girl with the best throw Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing Ocean Gang Came out the water ready for the action Nigger talk that shit I'm still going to get it in This is like a homicide I'm about my dividends Twenty two twelve We ain't taking shit Bro we taking it Everywhere we hit the block All that fucking cash we spent Bitch is staring Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang All up in Paris Goddamn don't give me that Bitch I'm Karl Lager Field Swaging with that fifty clip Talking on that fucking ship Punch you in your fucking lip Oh God Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage Aus Songtexte Mania