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They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homie the real deal The big watch on, feel like Ben 10 Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch Nigga get a grip I can't get a grip, man this bitch a flip Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs Girl you better put that ass to work Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp Big rims when I skrt-skrt Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh I'm that nigga, fuck you heard SongtexteA young nigga so superb A cool Herc on the Earth Swag, yeah Frank Lucas with a grill All these hoes wanna chill Must have seen a nigga skills Pockets fat, Uncle Phil Girls on me like Will All the ladies love jim, for real My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill They tellin' me slow down (slow down) They gave me a chill pill (chill out) Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben) They know I would Kill Bill (hit him) I walk round Ben still (ben still) I'm still on them pills still (jigga-jigga) I spit that real shit (real) I call it real spill (real spill) I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib She be tellin' me "baby boy don't steal" I ain't listen to her cause I still steal One snap in, I put some racks in my grill No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still All I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear Man I'm high as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here Don't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill Spittin' game to that girl and her friend I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend If you ask me, it all spends I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse) I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter (loiter) Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it) The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain" My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill Aus Songtexte Mania