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(feat. Kid Red, Lifestyle And Ben J) Look momma, I'm a chiefer, smoking on a reefer I know you say you can't suck dick but I'm a teach ya Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I'm a keep 'er And she can't miss school so I fuck 'er on the bleacher Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin' wet I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin', off that potion we be bongin' We be smokin', we be joinin' till they keep their party goin' I'll be high, I'll be low, you try to row a bitch, let's go If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn (Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy, money pussy money weed Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy money weed Pussy money weed (pussy) And all bitched branded Tatted on the pussy, Jordan's and some spandex Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna fuck me but I'm a make 'er fuck my man now Poppin' bottles like new year's eve and we standin' on the couch screamin' pussy money weed In the club blowin' trees so these bitches wanna leave And she ain't even trippin', daddy spendin' on her weed Yea, and all my bitches they exotic SongtexteIt's a party in her mouth and I'm her nuts so I'm invited I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a riot Got that cush in my pocket and I'm selling like a parent ah Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus? It's a party at the crib and it's private (Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy, money pussy money weed Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy money weed Pussy money weed (pussy) Ah, that's all I know about in this lifestyle Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou' The bed call me Game, hold that shit down I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka game a new song Fuckin' relief, they don't know I'm with the fam Ridin' 'round in my city Smoked out I'm driftin' Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin' bailin' That bitch fuckin', she guilty I ride that and get filthy We hop by so get liftin' I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy And young boys get offended boy Me, I'm just handlin' this grown man Dennis boy (Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy, money pussy money weed Pussy, money, pussy money weed Pussy money weed Pussy money weed (pussy) Aus Songtexte Mania