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I came in with my level up Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff Same city, I'm an LA citizen With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon All I'm rollin', they follow Mozes You got the wave, I split the ocean Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion Baby chill, take a pill here's a dosage She just want a picture for the poster And I'm posing like I'm praying at the photo doesn't focus Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass Say you shine, I don't see it Keep tryin', no design like me though Know I'm the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero I just need a.. Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it Get her wet, then I dive in it Pussy so good, I would die in it All black widow maker And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago Wake up in the mornin' and I lie in it SongtexteTurn around and I hit it like a lineman Do the Heisman, all up in your high man Sippin' on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in I'm gettin' high, but it's lowerin' my eye lids Still see you niggas, I don't know just what the hype is Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller What you gon' do, what you doin' Me and my dogs through the door like some doormats Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus I need my way, young Carlito This feelin' Al Pacino in Moschino And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino Look how we pass the reefer I just need a... Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it Get her wet, then I dive in it Pussy so good, I would die in it Okay, yeah, it's Kid Ink Aw yeah, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah I see them lookin' through my side eye They just sittin' on the sideline I stand up and throw my sign at them Alumni I'ma die with them Aus Songtexte Mania