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Glisten like the sun off the candy Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin' Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed (?) still recline, still swang and bang Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain I remember when I used to roll A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul Hoes used to front everywhere I go But that's cool Yea, shit changed cause we on Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown Now the same hoes won't leave me alone But that's cool So, now usually I don't boast to brag But, today different Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin I was scrawny than a motherfucker When I was younger, got my weight up like a jumper Now I'm solid with these numbers Maxin' out on these hoes Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they peepin' And scrape it right out the skin SongtexteGot a vision for fix, drop it low like the bass Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta grapes So I hit it slow Flea flicker, give and go I know that the shine the only reason she kick it for I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same So I'm chillin', bump and grillin' Hollin' out fuck the feelin's of critics That claim they come from slums but they from a village for real Cause while these lames sittin' still I hit the road, broke the mold, and came up on a mil I remember when I used to roll A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul Hoes used to front everywhere I go But that's cool Yea, shit changed cause we on Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown Now the same hoes won't leave me alone But that's cool Man I'm a wild motherfucker, back when I was round 20 Fuck niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any Rollin' one deep in the Buick parked ave With a sawed off shotgun that cut your ass in half Laughin' at these niggas that was hatin' on the low Cause on the cool, I was puttin' dick off in they ho And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the blow Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard Niggas'll come and box you up in your front yard Better not talk about pullin' out the GAT Cause on site we put that 9 mili to your hat Now as I got older, my rep got colder These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder Certified soldier with the stripes that'll prove it I got my reputation in the streets, fuck the music I remember when I used to roll A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul Hoes used to front everywhere I go But that's cool Yea, shit changed cause we on Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown Now the same hoes won't leave me alone But that's cool Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch Except the pressure from the heckle checkin' from the nose Ho please, I can't even see you from our close seats The boy came to play and no this ain't a game Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored gators mayne Hold up, this win is on us It's a celebration, bitch, every time I show up Get in the way, get swole up That's no luck for anyone tryna outshine us Plenty of haters, and (?) heard steppin' behind us Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well (?) shit talk That bullshit (?) walk Cripple their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin' That I jumped up off the porch with (?) Respect that'll get your dome split And on it I stay, no reprieve for no punk Consider your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch Glisten like the sun off the candy Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin' Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed (?) still recline, still swang and bang Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain Aus Songtexte Mania