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Woah, yeah boy Woah, yeah boy Woah, yeah boy I no wet no more I need fake niggas to get way back James Harden with the range on me nigga way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back Whew I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) I can't get no rest (come on) I ride around with a Tec (champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) Woah, wait It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade? All these wins I can never go state (yeah) UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright) I'm addressing shit like I'm on ways Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK Like the girl that she go both ways Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé SongtexteHopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah) Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to our hobbies (it's lit!) Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobbies You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean I need fake niggas to get way back (way back) James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back Whew I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) If I take a sip, take the rest (rack) Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) I can't get no rest (come on) I ride around with a Tec (champ) Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) (We in the house) Little boy, don't believe what's on your TV Little boy, don't you sit close to your TV Little boy, seeing is believing Little boy, little boy (yeah) Would it be unlawful (yeah) To spend a Sunday moon in a brothel And share pics from the camera But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal I'm down in the meadows Slidin' down the waterfall, creep to the ghetto Need my Rio de Janeiro And I'm swimmin' out that bitch Michael Phelps with the medals So visit me (yeah) I just built a castle deep (yeah-yeah) In them trees (yeah) That's how I get them backwoods free (yeah-yeah) This right here some savagery (yeah-yeah) Bend it back from me (yeah-yeah) Way-way back for me (yeah-yeah) Way-way back for me Way-way back for me Way-way back for me Way-way back for me Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah Aus Songtexte Mania