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Number 1 hustler, Carrieoger cover Still shinin' like a mother fucker I got your girl at the crib under covers I gave them a Molly, watch them fuck each other Every time I fuck I got hit me least like two bitches Ass so fat it look like two Nicki's I can't fuck with you boo, I'm two picky I can't smoke with you, I only do sticky Who the fuck tellin' that Thugga was still goin' hard? Got your broad at the crib, about to pull a Ménage Happy ending, with a massage Which double R Imma pull out the garage Still on top, can't fuck with my squad Ain't talkin' bout reppin' talking about in my yard I'mma real nigga still stay 100 Got it on my own, never ever been fronted Everything the boy tryna do I done it OG in the game like Birdman Stunna Used to be braided up livin' on the north Now my G's see me livin' like a boss Got a meal with my cars, and a million dollar house And I ain't talkin bout my crib man, I'm talkin' bout my spouse Can't foul out, still throw with the reppin' Can't fall off, it's do dangerous trappin' Snitches and the feds already on my head I guess that's what I get for all that capin' SongtexteJackets run up, hell yeah I'm packin' Lay they ass down in the motherfuckin' ground Imma G real, y'all look like a clown Lookin' like BMF when we come through the town Hold up Aus Songtexte Mania