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Mike, cut something on man you know Never let me get on nothing dawg Man cut man cut man cut some more man Hurry up though before tune gets back, come on Yea, D5 mothaf*cka It's Tunechi Junior bitch Pops let me go ahead get em one time, ya hear me? Hold up Turn my mothaf*ckin mic on And I ain't even til the mothaf*ckin light's on This ain't a dick, this a mothaf*ckin python And if it's well call me, fuck Tyrone You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit Big ass hoes, no over bullshit Such a slash, tow my truck, you ain't rich But tell that yo side nigga suck my dick 'Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it Them bitches going crazy for no f*ckin reason I beat you p**sy niggas up til you start bleeding Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach em Diarrhea, I'm runnin this shit, I'm just getting laps on All my niggas strapped up and y'all p**sy niggas got strap on Bitch we breathe these 5 stars, bitch we bleed these 5 stars YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars She ain't got to talk to boo, I done made her stupid ass walk home SongtexteI kill a beat, the back row and the yap rolled on as a mothaf*ckin superdome Okay you know I'm a f*ckin beast, yea I'm f*ckin creep You can get these 30 clips Tunechi wanna make a scene Tune let me off the leis, now I run the fuckin streets 2 finger in her pussy then I tell that pussy peace uh It's Chuckee, she say yo name Chuckee? Said no, my name Sydney And she don't shed a T if you stupid that's lucky Field bowl em fat, kinda got my nose stuffin All my niggas on gas, quick trip And all my niggas gonna blast this shit See all y'all niggas doing bad as shit So really I'ma act a fuckin aston ship Truck fit on my neck That truck mean I truck your ass She got junk up in her trunk I guess it's time to take out the trash And you thought this shit was over Got paper like a f*ckin school folder If her grass ain't cut get the lawnmower Tony tell em bitches it's Libra Gang Vocal lessons, let the Nina sing Before I leave up out this bitch they gonna know my f*ckin name Right man, junior junior Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma Man these niggas pussy stack no wonder why I was smelling tuna Lame ass boys don't want no trouble P**sy niggas just a bunch of suckers Smash him, leave mimes, you can call me a motherfucker Man I'm bout to ank ass and it's Shaquille, she's a little teased But big Whitney on my personal, look girls hey say release Bitch I'm leaving B.I.G, my gun is little Cesar If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just keep right on her reef Okay that gold pack in my pocket, I'm like a rag up in a socket And when I cop that nina nine you better not cock thuglet uh YMB the shit, I say damn everybody else I be kickin girls out the condo, I got a black belt Huh, big bro say it's your time nigga Let what the fuck the man said Boy I body these verse that's why they cost a old man a leg Left that coochy smoking, she gonna fail her drug test My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest Go! Mike turn the mic off dawg Fuck I'm just playin around dawg Mike cut the beat off before Tune get back Aus Songtexte Mania