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I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah Higher than the moon, nigga what up They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up Fallin in the pussy, face down in the buttuck It ain't shit to her, me im just a fuck up Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers On that West side where they reppin for they colors If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter All up in your face like its (...) Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipedown Twenty four bitches, I'm rolling on chrome My niggas are smoking on that loud Bitch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah I don't need no niggas in my section SongtexteAll bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us It's a habit, in the club bottle magic Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets Its a hand out, bitches(...)guess they addicts And I ask them are you in like Patrick Playing with the pussy like it's madden Fire like a dragon One say she like me then they all bandwagon Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us Audemar, big bitch, big bitch, big tipper Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her Never cop bottles, with broke niggas In the corner, post it up(or pour shit up), what the dome give her Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her It's that time of the month fuck timber All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up Before you pop up, throw your set up (hop in this bitch, lights lit up?), leave with her, a big spender, (bitch shut up?) (...)Illuminati all through your body She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party I'm getting hoes regardless Before this rap shit, I'm honest I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us Aus Songtexte Mania