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Nigga I be hard on a ho cause a bitch ain't shit And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss It's Dedication 5, medication high I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines It's Tunechi I go hard, I put in work Twin clocks, the gift and the curse Dirty money, no footprints in dirt We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds I swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food I got the power but a short fuse, let's go I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg Alright fucking right, shoot you up at the light Straight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeist And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script SongtexteYour bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope In her throat like the cola, my system solar I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra Watch that nigga, let's go Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a nigga No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes I swear to god, I put in work I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert I spit these bars, this a universe You better duck, like Dooney and Burke I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, bitch the block is hot If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock Tunechi Dedication 5, what up five Aus Songtexte Mania