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Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu She told me one day 'baby, you need to settle' And then I told 'er 'finally a chick that's on my level' Bring it out national, pushin' on these pedals Couple viables, couple bottles, ice all in this bezel Niggas talkin', bitches talkin', actually this a devil but she She got that body yatta yatta like she's perfect, talk a cup Got a lot of sex from how fast the car goes Two dough machines, we fill 'em up with real star hoes Million dollar flows, ain't no business for these floors How 'bout a lamb? A couple grams A gold Ben. How 'bout a Porsche? Brace yourself for my next channel You would think I threw the ally ups in the Metz game I'm killin' this thing Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty SongtexteIn traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (Nah bitches, fuck you. Picture me rollin') I've been around the world like Lisa Stansfield Ya ya ya, vilas that had girls at the stand still Name a bitch, I could tell you how the sand feel But she was I'll 3 grand on the damn Hills Champagne to chill, 3 grand for the damn bill Trill, spend a few grand on the damn wheel At the roof, doin' porches like we doin' abs I had the coop doin' laundry shootin' through the ab Count a hundred, all hundreds in a Louis bag And these fuckers don't want it cause I do it bad (Micah) No Mike, number four mice One day full, twice as high Boys a cold sight fucker Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm a see her again I ain't really tryin' to be her friend I'm puttin' this world to get her pussy changed Tell 'em hatin' ass niggas stay the fuck about your lane uh Couldn't take the cheatin' so she did the run off Fuck you bitch, go to hell, eat a dick with one ball Last time I check your ass, told it to the numb jaw Then turn it beige like white skin with the sun off Revolver spinnin' like the wheel of fortune And this fish here was shit, had to kill a dolphin Decorators blight, candles and tape upon them Get his shoe size, I hope you got the right nigga for 'em Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Aus Songtexte Mania