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"This game's in the refrigerator: the door is closed, the lights are out, the eggs are cooling, the butter's getting hard, and the Jell-O's jigglin'!" That's when they played in the set nigga CMT baby, Inglewood shit You see the foreign bread, it's a target on our back We taking all fades nigga, Sox Gang The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy My dogs crying tattooed tears I'm tryna find a nigga I can fear That money make a bad bitch cheer Everybody making noise for the rookie of the year (X3) Everybody making noise for the rookie of the Man everybody make noise Money on my mental, I put that on everything I've been through Diamonds on my neck got me frozen, I could melt these bitches down and buy a Benz coupe I don't be fucking around with the fuck around, I get to buckin' I'll have you ducking down I don't be fucking around with the fuck around, I'd rather make these hundreds double on you fucking clowns On a nigga that pull up with killers loaded, hands on them arms bet I get your ass floated Used to stand on corners pitching like my name was Nolan, Ryan maybe try it maybe Capricorn but I rap like a lion baby, niggas looking at me like I was brazy Tell them this how money and the violence made me Better yet nigga this is how the I done made me Songtexte The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy My dogs crying tattooed tears I'm tryna find a nigga I can fear That money make a bad bitch cheer Everybody making noise for the rookie of the year (X3) Everybody making noise for the rookie of the Man everybody make noise Rap pay good but I still got peace, ain't too many niggas like me Icy fresh on my all day, cool 80K chilling on my white tees ay Nigga tell the people what you lying for, I could get to them bands under a blindfold 100K I bet rollie switch the weather for me, especially if you know them niggas hiding oh See I got niggas that will flock on your whole spot, tow the doors and put locks on dope spots Run up on me tripping off a show knot, ask if it's an issue I just show up not Talk to me, talk to me, just don't talk awkwardly I keep this Glock with me, and keep that guap on me You'd do that too if you knew what they offered me I'm so greedy I want nothing they got for me hey The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy The city got me feeling like a ROY Everybody talking 'bout the boy My dogs crying tattooed tears I'm tryna find a nigga I can fear That money make a bad bitch cheer Everybody making noise for the rookie of the year (X3) Everybody making noise for the rookie of the Man everybody make noise Aus Songtexte Mania