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This shit is fresh out the oven Fresh out the oven I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up Stackin' my dividends Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin' with Highly belligerent But that's way before the liquor hits Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now Lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing Never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink I'm lowkey like a drug dealer So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga Take our family on trips, my nigga But if you try me then your wig I'ma split, my nigga And I ain't tryna kill my own kind But we always losin' to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie And they wonder why us niggas always get high Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly Another thou-wow on it just to get by Fuck it, only got one life to live Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like What? This shit is fresh out the oven SongtexteWhip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin' Just as long as you thuggin', yeah it's fresh out the oven Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin' Just as long as you thuggin' Big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin' Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin' I pull up and park, hop out and swag Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin' If I do get some shines, you try to snatch There's repercussions, and concussions You know what's after that, end of discussions I came a long way from eatin' free lunches From Mary County checks to makin' these numbers Oh Lord, I'm just reminiscin' Kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision I don't know, cause I'm just goin' with the flow Whatever's required, I got it goin' for the low I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man New face with a new stone and the blue van Blew weight on a bad day with my loosies Suitcase full of merchandise, that's my new plan This my new wave, this my new tan This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends And I don't do trends Fuck it though I'll ride with you then! Bring the troops in I'll fuck around and let 'em loose then We'll give 'em blues then Oh fuck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland Aye you a fool man Ridin' by you, swervin' at the intersection Baby come and get your blessin' And she gon' fuck with this erection I got somethin' good for all these hoes She gotta want the Betty 'fore I call these hoes Now if I paid for your dress and your perm That means you an investment, bitch I'ma need my dough return Part 2 We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar I ain't turnin' down no money And I ain't turnin' down no mothafuckin' fade Now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30 Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that? Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that? You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none You can find me where The sun don't never end and the waves don't part You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly And I don't wanna waste another hour Really need to take another shower Dirty for you Now this that big shell fishscale BMX on the ramp with the fishtail Pegs on the front, we gon' get there We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel This bitch steal whoever if situations get real This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts) And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock Gotta do what I do to remain on So all a nigga need is good love when I come home Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet Give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free Aus Songtexte Mania