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Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sittin' on the counter blowin' purp out my nose Red ball necked, in the bed flexin' I said bitch I ain't impressed, you must've got the wrong impression Hang with the best, I'm flying in PF Man, we livin' in hell like a deep breath Real niggas with real money Real bitches with fake asses If she don't wanna fuck it get on my skateboard and I skate past her Money on the table, guns on the table Since I'm on that serve tell that ho leggo my ego And my girlfriend has a chopper I finger-fuck that ho Hello, I am Tunechi You had me at hello Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax And I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks We got that work so come and get it If we don't know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple What that is? Apple jacks Pussy nigga I murder you Then dance at your funeral Blood I have a nigga drinkin' his own blood, chameleon Wake up like bone thugs I call you bluh, pick the phone up SongtexteHer titties fake but they look real - cubic zirconiums Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the grownups Your bitch call me when she hot, krispy kreme doughnuts Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes I'd still wear that ass out like a wardrobe bitch What they don't say I'm still eatin' rappers on my fuckin' lunch break Bad yella bitch with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick and then I fuck it to some Dregen Then let that kush smile, let that kush burn Yea, I let that kush burn, smokin' gasoline Bitch the booth on fire, I may have getting higher Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire Money on my mind, I ain't think about no bitch I'm talkin' bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throw ditch uh Stop stuntin' if you ballin' by your bitch something Stayed on the same team like Ted Duncan She get real, let this kid go to catholic school And if we want it straight jacket like the patted room Search your ass a hundred times and stand over ya Lil Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia Burn bitch, aka my firm grip Meet if you feelin' like Kermit, sermons Preach, preach and I smoke your ass like cheech But I be faed like bleach, double barrel Siamese I like my swisher obese Fuck that bitch like police Fuck these haters with no grease You get chin checked, gold teeth Money talks bitch, your mind talk like Robin Lynch That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, like Screech Bank car heavy, my wallet like a bar bill My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield We will bring the Ok quarrel to your doorbell We pull triggers, not cotails I make lumpsums, oatmeal I'm stuntin', getting no money Truck fit money but I don't do money Tell em I get better like try and rewind I don't fight you like Kayan And the words of my niggas BP I hit a bitch with a car bomb, boom! Niggas gon talk, they ain't talkin' bout shit Niggas gon bark, I go Mike Vic Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit Suck a nigga dick, fuck some club fit And let that kush smile, let that kush burn Then let that kush smile, let that kush burn Yea, I let that kush burn, smokin' gasoline Bitch the booth on fire, I may have getting higher Halla ass nigga if you want that ask em mine too Dedication 4 Aus Songtexte Mania