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(Hook x2) Ain't gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long, I pray routies to Buddha to move on I said nah, I'm ready to spray it now And the gang's at my pera line (Verse) Me and Zack copped 50 on the airplane, I'm in the 7, gonna buy a rock, big frame Me and Tyga tryin to get it, haters say who is it When you lose somebody closer, when you really fit it, I'm trying to take the pain away, I wanna be the best But when you're coming out the streets a lot of shit to test, It was all good, you nigga saw me walking Now when I put it to my shit, I see you niggas talking Throw the deuces out the song, who will never choose, In a big suburban city when it's bulletproof White true religion, jeans to the black stitchin Ain't got time for bitches bitchin, all my money missin I'm prayin when the storm stop, I'll see the sun Heavenly Father help a nigga 'cause I'm on the run On the run yeah, yeah (Hook x2) Ain't gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long, I pray routies to Buddha to move on SongtexteI said nah, I'm ready to spray it now And the gang's at my pera line (Verse) Hard time, keep on stressing me, But I stay praying, hoping that the Lord will bless the G I ain't gonna lie how, I be flipping a lot of pain And it's that mogul with that J And smoke for all my thugs in the game. Swear my albums dropped, boy you just don't move, I'm feelin hella good, I'm finna act a fool, But that don't move a P colder, the baking soda, coke in the water And now my nigga pushing that yola I swear the money on my mind Lord hear me on my grind, But for my mom I gotta shine Tryna lay with some pain and a Glock that 9 Lord shining me lover, Playing bear with a thug and protect me from the drug Protect me from the drug (Hook x2) Ain't gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long, I pray routies to Buddha to move on I said nah, I'm ready to spray it now And the gang's at my pera line (Verse) Been dragged through the mud and I came out clean, Throw your king, blood line thinker than lean Lord please be with me, I see death in my dreams, Haters hide behind smiles, it ain't all what it seems, Facing a whole life sentence and low leafs ain't fall And then here you are, my nigga, I can't tell on my dog Stay tip toe, my frame will cast lobo And I ain't distributing Benjamins to none of these hoes Grind gangsta getting this cold, nigga get it and go Hustle I'm sticking this cold, nigga I get it and go Hustle I'm sticking I move zero menace the sloothe Won't stop, cap on cruise, steady kept in the groove Louie likin the shoes, I'm a hell of a dude, Kids are bangin up this track, bout to leave it a bruise Winners don't lose, first base the spot that I choose Kids are bangin up this track, bout to leave it a bruise Winners don't lose, first base the spot that I choose (Hook x2) Ain't gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long, I pray routies to Buddha to move on I said nah, I'm ready to spray it now And the gang's at my pera line Aus Songtexte Mania