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Top of the fiscal, still poppin' my shit dough Send a few words to enlight, pop in this whip hole Bitch, now top dirty to the top of my dick and blow me Least above thirty just to hop in this whip hole Drop on the street remove, top on the web watch me Droppin' like this whom She want to dance, my watch is a disco 40 in my Benz, I'm just watchin' how the shit go Choppers and pistols, cuttlers on pigs but they rock you like Pitbull I'm uptown, think I'm captain I'm bricks yo Drop it in pot like I dropped it in Crisco Fried chicken wings, beef, fried rice So if you forget them things, keep your heat by your side And point 'em out, they ain't on my level Top floor, not a single flaw on my bezel I'm fuckin' with your brain I'm fuckin' with your brain If you should brain or drugs Fuck with me nigga be your brain on slugs These niggas hate it, leave the watch at Pull up in the club then we pop at 'em Don't know shit about a Mac Book But I could dance on that shit with a flat foot Fuck these niggas talkin' like they slingin' things SongtexteDifferent airport, six-seated planes And KOB's toss select the best picture Connect you back when I links up 24's on that different city Misfit, bisquit, nigga I'm high as hell Got the gun tucked in widest shell Real talk, them fire shells, flip on clientele Niggas get clapped then cry and tell The fat bread, they hall and we in vigor Who will kick doors like the cops made weagan? You'd better duck on these bleachers [?] It's not something that you used to I'm riding in that six doo These 80's shot a knock on my grind Rock star in Disney, like Korn Rose I'm crispy The roof gone, miss-missin', no sleep, I'm persistent Got 60 racks on my clothes, 60 racks on my shows Fancies and them slows, they ain't hustle girls, 6-0's I got niggas on my dick like bitches And I get it on and strip like niggas But I'm a bad bitch and you niggas like bitches I make it snow on July 3rd No wings, I could show you how to fly a bird No macamali with my J's on Float on Ferrari with my shades on This Burgun back cost a half a brick I'm getting head in the woop and I'm crashing it Count a hundred thou while I'm masturbating And pray to God [?] They say God works through me, they swept every sale Paper right now or nigga Vigadale Two niggas shot, I'm in the bullet beach Wanna get P in sitcom beach Look at my karma bitch, my outfit causal afflict This is unfortunate shit, you want a coat full of dicks Shots fired, rockabaya, like a langula bitch I want the car to this chit, I do money my flip Hey say I'm better when I talk my shit I say I'm better when I'm ridin' in a gorgeous whip Passenger a gorgeous bitch, 44th on my hip Just keepin' me warm cause I'm quite sure the corner's brigged And in my 'viroment they need you stiff I'll tie you, they'll crucify you for keezle sniff I know the difference between friends and foes So I know it's a thin line between ven and lows I'm back and forth the border, cross the water Where the grass ain't greener Snitchers make you so my cash gave meaning For the cash full blast past the reefer Last of a dying bred blasting through your speakers My whole click turnt up this really strip burnt up Shooters on deck nigga it's a bloody murder No squares in my circle, no lanes on my team Only victor with my game that's why I'm nigga with they dream [Chorus] Watch me light it up if you steady Leave 'em up I could hit you And you know a nigga won't stop like my nigga named Muslitti Young vamp and in pretty Boots on, hard cloak Solid warm, full of charm And I keep shit [?] like I hit the alarm I know hustle and I know the plane I felt the sun and I felt the rain Flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee You haven't seen pretty 'til you niggas seen me Aus Songtexte Mania