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OK, let me talk about money, let me talk about right, Hammer cock back cause these niggas be fronting Like trash I be dumping, niggas talking reckless on the record when I see them And it ain't about nothing. East side coming, west opponent, I walk down on your girl, make her want it. Make her suck dick till she vomit. Man, I promise imma shoot off in her mouth like a condom. Niggas don't want it, murder my opponents Hoe bitch shit I never with the Donnie I'm living for my life I live it for the moment Pop one, pop 2, now a nigga straight zoning Walking up the block with my hand on the heater Other hand gripping on a bad senorita They say the flow cold, I say I got a fever Treat the beat like a bad bitch, imma beat it. Pop it and leave it, left hook, right hook, jab I defeat it, Wall my cometa, don't fuck with stank hoes, only fuck beavers. Black or the red bones, I don't fuck sneezers. Niggas talk stupid, imma mute and delete them Mutilate a nigga then I move out the reason Half black half Puertorican, long hair, don't care, fresher than a deacon. I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham Songtexte Machiaveli, illuminati, I'm high as fuck, Who can find me, my weed strong, do Pilates Do a drive by, up in 2 Bugatti. I ain't tripping, no roots behind me, fuck around, you can lose your mind, me. All my niggas got iPhones, if I can't find you, I'm using Siri, bow Just got a truly from Gudda, I'm so raw, I should really use a rubber Kill you, they find you, banana up your ass, so 40 motherfucker Gudda, what they gonn do with a nigga, imma fuck around and kill 2 of these niggas. L.A. clippers, like Blake Griffin, I'm throw a bomb, let it boom on them niggas Light the blunt, hit the kush, dumb ass hoes get beat with books Run up, kill your part, and your bitch ass didn't even look I'm Young Money, come rob me, got a rear flag like YG. Run upon me, 2 letters pow, ow, I.V. Imma smoke this whole 7 then go skateboard at Erin. Bitch I'm harder than the devil my name should be Devin. Loyalty amongst thieves, L.A.T And don't blame me, I got these zam balls from Derrick. I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham. Aus Songtexte Mania