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Oh man... Word... Niggas already know the muthafuckin resume straight up and down man Rider shit Terrace Ave nigga Hempstead muthafucka L.I. stand the fuck up Marce nigga Fuck them niggas know bout it Nothing Faggot Wish I what? If I catch one of you niggas man Ya niggas know man (Pussy niggas man) Yeh (Disgusting) Yeh Huh [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I got Lamborghini dreams Nissan nightmares Moving white my ice cool as the night air Two fives flare Glare through your Cartier eyewear And knock ya newborn out of the high chair SongtexteDevour n tear Slice ya by the hair like pear The prey I share fruit that I bear I get nectarine in the beam I steam a whole seventeen Brolic chain chunk cheddar cheese Spray up chumps TEC's jam like Heavy D Hoes lay bread on me like deli meat (woah) That's pimpish Pass the Mack 10 to my apprentice While I get a pen and pad to print this Then slide nine inches in your Empress with the quickness You get ran through swifter than Wind Sprints You a byproduct Of guys that grind and buy Prada Black cards lie inside Prada wallets Black cars glide like flying carpets The 40 lay you out like a starfish I'm doing God's work in the booth This was Allah's wish I put a skirt on the Coupe Squirt 32s that'll burn in your soup Muthafucka (Yeh baby) [Bridge] Light one up Feds might run up They might want us Henny on ice with my styrofoam cup Dimes get fucked Lynx with the nine get stuck Rip cake and glide in the truck These are emeralds Only generals resemble We throwing up sings and symbols We throwing up sings and symbols [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] You just a pawn on the chessboard I move pieces On squares like Louis sneakers Polices gonna burn 'em off like leeches For beneath us people need to see the uniqueness Speak your mind like telekinesis Steam reefers Watching pelicans on beaches Slide long meat deep in Georgia peaches Them whores be the source of your weakness I take broads do what I see fit Break laws money grip vick like Queen pin Rolex they gleam where my sleeve end My enemy need bend my team win You bleeding Feel the Reaper creeping A brief wind the grim bring a freeze to your skin Squeeze three at your BM Till your meat spin You hanging on by a thin tree limb Cock weapons and pop the specimen With elegance, metal wrench to wear, glass settle in Your head been turned into gelatine I ride with gentlemen Hollow tops fly through your melon and Cocksucker.. Word up.. [Bridge] Light one up Feds might run up They might want us Henny on ice with my styrofoam cup Dimes get fucked Lynx with the nine get stuck Rip cake and glide in the truck These are emeralds Only generals resemble We throwing up sings and symbols We throwing up sings and symbols Aus Songtexte Mania