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Hood BillionaireNigga need that quinineI'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on meYou know where I'm at thoughI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDRiding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogsI got Priscilla, I got PriscillaI got vanilla, boy, I got vanillaI been that nigga, I been that niggaI bend that corner, I'm stacking scrillaI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsMy face familiar, my face familiarSongtexteHalf a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelingsI could fly Priscilla, send her in the mailShe got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jailI'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVDThat nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla ''good God''You feel that itch, you feel that itchThat heroin moving fast, boy, I'm getting richI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsRun up in the trap, I push the panic buttonLil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothingBumping Playa Fly until a player dieCharged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em fiveMy baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimesI got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mineI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDCan I park an airplane in a nigga yard?I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDRiding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogsCrushing them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin' on the dawgBringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies offHard work pays off, get more if you selling softCatch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon offThey cannot stunt, shoot them rifles long like AfricanGot them young boys shooting shit up like AfricansMe gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaunLamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches comeStacking funds off the drugs, me go quick to rob the clubsNigga mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugsMet me on the south side of the city with the whole thingIced 'em with the heater, took his shit, it's a cold gameHis niggas know I done it, now it's rumors they want my headGot my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bedMy niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shitFuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, about this shitI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDRiding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs, bring the dogs! Aus Songtexte Mania