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Niggas looking like they mad What he sayin though, won't use my hands I'm a let them rubberbands go New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad hoe Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin bad doe Mad dog, I'm a grind full time I can't slow up Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't po' up Michael Jackson bad all the hoes calling me thriller Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "get 'em" 'Cause I get em Pockets lookin like munchkins Her booty lookin like pumpkins Got a toolie on me, I'm thuggin Wanna do something it's nothing This one goes to those who live illegal all day Hustle sun up to sun up, tryna get it all ways I'm a grinder, shots fired, BIG I miss ya, this shit different, hold up lighters Infiniti truck see me Not much eatin, but fuck sleepin That nigga a fuck boy, gun touch people, not much either Outside with the loud mouth, nigga broke your jaw, you fouled out Roundabouts, don't fuck with me, if they fuck with me, then it's {BLAOW BLAOW} Jean jacket, with the Timbs on, got tattoos on my neck Nobody needs nobody, now I say cut the check Songtexte Niggas looking like they mad What he sayin though, won't use my hands I'm a let them rubberbands go New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad hoe Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin bad doe Mad dog, I'm a grind full time I can't slow up Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't po' up Michael Jackson bad all the hoes calling me thriller Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "get 'em" 'Cause I get em I'm a lean in, throw left jabs Side step, with the left hook Right hand, lead, like Ali I'm a shit talker that read books Plain Jane, my best look Ain't complain bout my left foot Still #TeamKev, yeah this team in back of me That'll be fixed when this song ova Syrup frozen, just got cut off Nigga been sippin the strong doses Club soda, doctor visits Sent soldiers on mobster missions Thinkin my condition, top condition Feel the world should move for me They ain't got no cure for me Bitch say ain't no pull for me All I seen in real vibrant colors Stand for nothin, you'll die for somethin Terrance Hines, just went to jail The good Lord sat him down for somethin Reason being, we'll never know I made money, I sacrificed They say, lifes a gamble, for example, grab the dice Niggas looking like they mad What he sayin though, won't use my hands I'm a let them rubberbands go New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad hoe Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin bad doe Mad dog, I'm a grind full time I can't slow up 50 grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't po' up Michael Jackson bad all the hoes calling me thriller Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "get 'em" 'Cause I get em Aus Songtexte Mania