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She said "I can't fuck with him, he way too picky" I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters Boy, that's Margiela Nigga you know you ain't counting cheddar Ask your baby girl who fuck her better Bitch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy Whippin' niggas like the slave master 20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor Sliding down your city real slow Braids out with the rare 'fro With the platinum teeth, nigga good grief When a nigga smile all you see is bling Chef Master when I start up beef Got these niggas hating cause I mm, damn Niggas hating cause I'm flexing harder Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber Chopper make a nigga think smarter Chopper make a nigga second guess Is this nigga here really my nigga, or am I just trying hard to impress? Hmm, now he thinking Diamonds sparkle got these niggas blinking Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking Demon soul inside a holy heaven Songtexte I'm in this ditch like a camper Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper Don't let my young boys attack you I'm with that shit like a pamper They say that they trick but I'm Damper When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper These niggas be creeping like cancer She jump on my pole like a lancer I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie, boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping Nigga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon And a cra-cra if you think you capping But my 'migos stamping me a newer package I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace Sippin' lean out a golden chalice While he looking like a fucking salad You could see the karats in the band of children I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim Money, money, what an open feeling Y'all been watching looking like a thriller Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger Boy that new thing looking like Shakira And she give thanks like we in November Aus Songtexte Mania