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Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy Got to throw sauce on it, cause you know I'm getting at it Throw the far corner, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it fine out in Dallas Hope you didn't to yourself, that's tragic Hope you didn't do it but the way we established Hope you didn't turn your back on your family The way a nigga look 'round here, they a backstab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like an old grim reaper Bout to get straight finnesed, tryina get a little cheaper Hold on that clip like a doped up nigga Hang on that strip, whatever that nigga Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms And your mans ain't hurt, the fans got him I see you cruising, riding through the west side Go Pro legs and the tech, yea peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them Wolves out, rocking little Kanye Got the traffic jam playing like the masquerade A few real ones ain't get sit at your next birthday Tell them young niggas grind SongtexteBefore you gon' knock someone down And they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder, came through holding on the K like a drummer Aching to the boss side, no wonder Niggas getting cross-sided nigga, no wonder Hoes getting exiled in their own country The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Had the ??? to park, came up and now it's Pyrex High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no powder Niggas trying to walk with my shadow Knock a bird on a bezel, I'm a well-known rebel Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it a-Capella We work the front street with mamas Said don't go, we went out Chop out the ??? crack, we went out Shawty don't fuck with these foes These n*ggas be telling these days, be telling these days Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms And your mans ain't hurt, the fans got him I see you cruising, riding through the west side Go Pro legs and the tech, yea peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them Wolves out, rocking little Kanye Got the traffic jam playing like the masquerade A few real ones ain't get sit at your next birthday Tell them young niggas grind Before you gon' knock someone down And they gon shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder, came through holding on the K like a drummer ??? no wonder Niggas getting cross-sided, no wonder Hoes getting exiled in their own country The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Aus Songtexte Mania