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As another Lexi Impalas These last four years been good to me A couple of hoes and a couple good 90 counts Some here, some off shore Nigga call me MacDrummie The fuck niggas? No fuck niggas My blunt bigger, needs real niggas Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass You'll get jacked and jill nigga Fuck around with these sissy niggas I'm smokin' on BO Bigsby nigga I'm spendin' money, spendin' money Ben Franklin dizzy niggas Your bitch on my dick I told er I was busy She say Wayne on me, Wayne on me Cause your ass need drizzlin' That pussy came gift wrapped bow and a ribbon And if she bounce that ass then I' dribbin' That pussy so wet and turned to a gremlin There's only one me, ain't no equivalent She give me brain, brain like Trivia I got a black bitch and a red bitch I call them hoes invariant uh Choppa like you face off SongtexteBlack shades Ray Charles I'll be killin' them hoes I got your hoe up in my graveyard I ain't workin' with a full deck But I pull out that ace card She grabbed that good with 2 hands Like she about to pray for it Cliffs hangin', no curfew Buck you and who burk you I'm shinin' like church shoes Bird my jury all bird food I'm bout it I said I'm bout the country over the mount Water fountain when I'm on that scene I'm on that lean I'm drowsy, man I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughin' bout I got bars nigga and it's happy hour Ride around with them choppas not them ninas Ride around with a bitch named Molly and she on molly Bitch I put my friggin' ass karate Man these niggas can see me like a diary Smoke that weed, let's get iry In the chateau, that bitch got a silencer Top of the gun there is a scope I close one eye, I look like a pirate Fuck it, chuck bit my bitch up Tunechi with big nuts I'm getting my dick sucked I blow weed like it's dust Spacy, love pussy, hate fish Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider Told er drive it like you got 8 legs I'm a made nig, Machiavellic That Mac and Larry necessary I'm a hotheat, I pop the cherry No pussy, no racks, no Tom & Jerry Keep saying friends are your enemies Well my friends are imaginary I'm the motherfuckin' resolution Like the 1st of january My ride cold and my bitch hot I'm tired as hell but my dick not I don't gas no bitch, no pitstop Smoke Barney and baby bop Y'all niggas act like lady cops My niggas smoke like coffee shops That serve gang, wipe the house Gunfight I knock you out My bitch titties is poppin' out We pop a number, we get it poppin' Mask on, gloves on like Mickey Mouse, clip sticking out Like nick ya ass Smokin' on that sticky bag Weezy F, I'm big and bad Small fee but I'd kick ya ass I'm a trigger man in that shootin' star Eat that pussy like caviar She treat that dick just like a straw How you like them apples, Microsoft? Now wipe that off I do never Sundays church Step up in that motherfucker fresher than some circs Uh, who the fuck is Steven Jay? I got the ball, plan to keep away Kidnap yo ass, kill yo ass And hide your ass like a easter egg It's highly growth to my deathbed Just make sure my pillow's fluffy Hit a nigga with a million shots What you call that? A million bucks Good weed we pass around Money talks mind, got a nasty mouth It's young money, cash money To the motherfuckin' day I'm cashin' out Tunechi Ride around with them choppas not them ninas Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener And if you pass that weed on the YMC Adlet Tunechi, follow the leader bitch Aus Songtexte Mania