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Can you help me find my way back I don't know where I'm going now And all the shit we're blowing down All this henny going around All my niggers with me turn I got the hottest show going around Feel like home coming all howl We got it going down I'm like Why tell them niggers Niggas knew your odds I guess snitching is a gig you gotta do your job I keep my talking short yup I stay on my lonely I was born by myself can't wait on my homies You got your last hundred you just hope it last you Running out of options homie, running all your past dues That funny feeling when you see that 'cedes pass you All that money got you going nuts so cash you I got my army on stand by wait for the captain Funny how I happen to make it make it happen I ain't fall off I chose to stay to the rappin' It's like if you a gun to shoot just stay to the clapping I got enough cake chilling in my plus place But you get on in line and I rarely get that duct tape Remember when them hoes used to hit me with that stuck face Act like she don't know me now and hit me with that fuck face SongtexteAnd I'm like "I know why you want it now girl" But I'm all about my money I don't want it now girl You really need it, I hear to take her cloning now girl And that plain ass chain I could stone it now girl Chubby, that's reality I be in my fiction bag All my girls switching bag got a nigga switching jags We used to be up in the mall ,niggas cliping tags Now I'm in that bitch with cash hating niggas getting mad Cashier's getting glad, cash going always do it Cash ruins everything around me He always knew it I'm the nacho man ,the mula, the guapo man For that cheese I say uu yeah macho man Niggas used to muda cream the gelato man My shit wet make you dipses like vato man I'm too reckless, got the engine on my chest like a new necklace I swear I'm too precious, I'm protected I be walking with 2 vests And I keep an air on me like a new lexus I blow it down , you hear me , my piff official I shoot my gatch you hear me I grip the pistol My clique official you hear me you pitching packs I'm watching that chicken stacks The bomb, I'm Mr. Missle I'm kinda stoned off the E I'm kinda on I make her feel like a kid ;girl ,is your mama home? I was raised right , I ain't bringing that drama home And the same breath I was bringing that llama home Miles on that kill er'thing shit Osama own Moving right out of the white house, shit Obama on Chubby remember getting stoned off the don Pete Watching reruns of soul training don seat Damn, sad we had to lose another great That shit right there is forcing me to do another tape It ain't no place like home,it ain't no other place Like Cali I mean I came in another state I got my weight up ye I got my P90 You don't want it what my little goonie he grinding Yellow stones in the bright lane 'cause he shining In the club with the lights off and she fine We don't add up homies that can't be calculated I just bustin his tracks homie , ejaculating Niggas used to sit in busters now we sit in coops Doors lift to the sky but it's missing roofs We running this shit nigga you running They on me like you summon This Chubby the new coming Gone Aus Songtexte Mania