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We've met a lot of times And family, I met you a lot of times man You feel me? I know you said numb this shit man I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but Nigga sound like you man Bitch you know it's all gutta Yea, how you niggas gon feel that I come with the Glock to scope your pussy red back Gon see these bullets, you can go a nigga 10 strap Made it from rag to riches, I really get that You don't understand, cuz you don't really get back You a good actor, you ain't really near that My broke bitch drive Maserati She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie Real talk man, the nigga need somebody I breathe like you, I dream like you I'm just based god, bade god, fiendin for the based god Let me tell you something bout the motherfuckin based god Niggas jumped quick on the next hype Sell drugs and guns in my past life Nah tickets, of our motherfuckin past life Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like SongtexteStill in the hood with the motherfuckin crack pipes Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes Still with that motherfuckin muscle Niggas in the street, have to have, hard to hustle Niggas catch says and get back on the double Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble Really got problems, ya sure who love you Calling from the angels, nobody was above you Money can't buy when a real friend hug you Of course the next trust, really say they love you I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris Negatives 3d, I gotta play even Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons Whole court bitch, I'm going too creezy Bitches feel me, niggas hatin on me But I swear to God, man they ho fuckin feel me All day man, I'm all off Achile Fucking around with me is really no ceilings Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea Lil B, ya feel me? I get a lil brain from the bad bitch And I swear to God she ain't have no accent This Lil B! Aus Songtexte Mania