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Gats under my Gucci belt, tats on my arm Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh Gat under my belt, can't put the money in my pock My thought be so converted, think you're fuckin' all of your moms Cause I'm a motherfuckin' big dog and I don't fuck with law Shape up your set, sniff, get clipped off Back cloud over my head, black label in my veins Black 40 on my lap, black future in this gang It's crucial out her man, stay the same, try to sustain Cowards don't sustain, my money all in my chain Swastika on my tat, smockin' tropical quack I pay way you no rap then wet gain get racks Talkin' shit in my tennis, on my turf chargin' these tenants I been broke befo', beaten, yoker broken antennas Gats under my Gucci belt, tats on my arm Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh Gats under my Gucci belt Gats under my Gucci belt Tats on my arm Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh Bogota bitch I told you, I'm Bogota, bitch Aus Songtexte Mania