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I'm in the studio rolling a blunt Yea Soulja I got gold on my neck and it's cool It's cool, it's cool I call my jeweler, get new jewels New jewels, new jewels And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude That dude, that dude I hit the mall and I get new shoes New shoes, new shoes I said you know I'm flyer than the plane Everybody in the hood know my name I hit the block and I flip murk On top, scoop skirt I do work, I do numbers And I trap, I swear that we buggin Yea yea, we buggin, you niggas tweakin On that Goofy shit for no reason Ain't no trees man, sippin lean man And I'm high, feelin like I'm in a dream man Rolex's on my wrist And yo bitch is on my dick SongtexteI got gold on my neck and it's cool It's cool, it's cool I call my jeweler, get new jewels New jewels, new jewels And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude That dude, that dude I hit the mall and I get new shoes New shoes, new shoes I said every day I be high A million dollars on me, no lie I rock that bottle of our supply I'm French, these haters know why I got kak and I got kick stand You rappers sinking quick, just like some quick sand I got them big bands, I got a lot of grams You know that I'm the man Spinning round in a circle like a ceiling fan I got gold on my neck and it's cool It's cool, it's cool I call my jeweler, get new jewels New jewels, new jewels And in the streets, they know it, I'm that dude That dude, that dude I hit the mall and I get new shoes New shoes, new shoes Aus Songtexte Mania