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Get your ladyCop, piff, inhale and coughRip the label off thisPicked the road that got twistsI'm holding my dick and playing cautiousI'mma show you how it's done right, niggaDrop this when the sunlight goneBetter run right home when the sky turn blackScreaming "fuck five-0" 'til my line go flatIn that ash-gray beamer we'll be callin that the pigeon coupeJackknife bitches to the couches in they living roomsAsk who the best and I doubt that they picking youBack like how I need to style, I invented you, yupAct like you don't know the nameOnly time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stankyListening to "Pre", getting throat while I lane switchBitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a poster childYou're supposed to hate me, bold and wildYou broke and angry, my niggaName getting bigger than the difference between usNiggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'emSweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switchAnd if they hated in a passive tenseAnd now they hound your dickSongtexteAnd you ain't ask for thisNow you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kidsWho you can't get mad at, when they want a pound a picCause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quickAnd they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thickI said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt)You can tell the Reaper I'mma meet 'em when he send for meWith a cleaver and a .30, and some twisted weedI pick one, and let the crimson leak, niggaGet your ladyCop, piff, inhale and coughRip the label off thisPicked the road that got twistsI'm holding my dick and playing cautiousYou used to say you like violins and your lifestyle depend on meAnd I know it's night time when you get lonelyAnd tell all your little friends how that bitch stole meAnd despite all of the facts that you got phonyYou gon' tell them about the night that you exposed meFor the bastard I wasAnd how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the clubAnd the last couple months was the worstCause I smashed all the trustThat I earned in the past couple monthsThat we had as a coupleMy absence of fucksWas a problem that we ain't ever really get to solveWe just smashed and we scuffledTryna keep it calm but I snap at youNow you're taking all your property back and it's obvious thatThat apart from the fact that we fuck and it's bombAnd I hate when you homeAnd when I'm gone I don't call cause you nagMan, I brought you some shitAnd I bought you some shitWhat you offering here?What the fuck you offering here?Get your ladyCop, piff, inhale and coughRip the label off thisPicked the road that got twistsI'm holding my dick and playing cautious Aus Songtexte Mania