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Boom We livin in the last days Yeah we saw what's over [Hook:] 40 on me break you off papa And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka My niggas hit licks like shotas with the forty glockas Like Boomshakalaka boom And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass Like boomshakalaka nigga People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch People say we runnin out of time And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka A nigga run upon me and try to take mine I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch I'm ballin forty in my hand Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost SongtexteI'm finna act up Now show punks just how I'm strapped up Glock on me, (fuck you up) Hot damn, son of a bitch Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories Turn your bitches on, she extra horny And I know what I'm on, with your fine ass She got red lipstick on the wine glass I know you niggas mad I see you tail wagging Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen She got off work and came straight to the club Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug Oh you mad [Hook] Bitch trill OG barbeda on ready Triger finger on the triger and it's all steady No problem is too big or too small Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls No matter who calls we answer first ring Mind on the money baby that's the first thing Got your baby mama [?] Losing a hundred million wouldn't be the worst thing This that mob music, stricktly for made men Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin They gone find you right there in the same spot you lay in I'm no the one and I'm no the two bro I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro And you know so act right 'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka [Hook] I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow) Thiss what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow) Here's two on the way down plow plow Here's four more plow plow plow plow I got a plan to take over your land If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand I'm not a star you know my name now my story You simple you represent fame I rep glory Damn now these nigga's talkin down But they don't say nothin when I'm around They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound No matter of fact fuck that you get around I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas My whole outfit from Paris Show up to your house party like Robert Harris [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania