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Tell em that I run shit Baby, show your good side, send a boy a titty and a bum pic Splitting all the crumbs with my mum's kids Promised I'mma get 'em outta Plumstead You a sucker nigga, what? Blowing hella trees with the squad You can't buy the steeze in the shop Pagans don't believe in a God 'til it's judgement I'm way up looking like I'm on a substance I'll be like whoo! She just look at me I can make that pussy get emotional They just look at me Cause they know that nigga really local Vocal, nigga really vocal She wanna sniff and get a nose full I wanna hit 'em with that hard shit I wanna strip a little Pro Tool Phone call, got a little phone call Yeah nigga, got a little phone call Say that she been waiting up for hours And if you don't get your pussy, it's your own fault Own fault, nigga, that's a hoe sport Yeah, little nigga, that's a hoe's thoughts Man ain't playing no games here SongtexteNiggas ain't on no talk Let me try and calculate it Better get the calculators Scales in a plastic bag Nigga, that's the apparatus Nigga think he calculated Nigga bout to matinee it Black boys, make you think they [?] Look at me Nigga just look at me, look at me Picture me You could see the crookedest crook in me Just got this zoot on me In the kitchen and I'm cooking up crookedly Niggas talking bout ghost Wait, did a nigga just whoopi me? I'm dark-skinned and she light brown She wanna do it with the lights down I tell her strip, I tell her lie down I said this shit will never die down Hustle on the street to get the right pound I just called your chick an Uber, make her fly down Niggas try to test a nigga if a nigga changed Overfinch black, call this shit a nigga range Hope you niggas entertained Tell 'em bout my first and my second name Tell 'em bout my world record, set the record straight In the car bumping Ma$e and some pepper spray No days off, even on my wedding day For that spot, dog, I even seen a leopard change I'mma let you have it when I'm done with it And it's gonna be a never, mate Tell 'em that a legend never dies, legends never age I was in the club, you was still drinking lemonade I was in doing studio when it never paid I was out buying Yeezys, they were selling yay Now look at me I bet you can't even look at me Go on, gwan with your boopery Ayo rudeboy, pass me the hookah, please Look at me Nigga just look at me, look at me Picture me You could see the crookedest crook in me Just got this zoot on me In the kitchen and I'm cooking up crookedly Niggas talking bout ghost Wait, did a nigga just whoopi me? Aus Songtexte Mania