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I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain't 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Star let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' 'bout astrology For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology Only talkin' bout that trappin' shit, I opened up the door for that I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin' close to that But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish Call your clientele, say I'm 'bout to make your favorite dish My wrists can't keep my arms close, yeah I'm talkin' Arnold Schwarzenegger Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game Whoever thought it'd be a Georgia nigga? Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet It's real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland SongtexteEight shots since I started, guess I've been a busy man I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain't 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it I'm gang gang I been solid Go Bin Laden on anybody Talkin' all that shit and we gon' have to talk to you in private What block you in, we gon' spin around it Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies Goddamn And you ain't bout that life, not the combat life Take the cops advice and don't stop at lights Oh god I want it all, night flight On the wall like flies And I ball like Mike You on the side like Spike Goddamn Red handkerchief All bout this bangin' shit We breakin' down cocaine and shit You better not be explainin' shit She say she 'bout that freaky shit She love me if I hand her shit We movin' slow and thinkin' quick You ain't about that gangsta shit, goddamn I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain't 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Bitch I'm still winnin', yeah it's like I got some trick dice That pussy so and so I don't hit that bitch twice You heard about what's-her-name? Ran off on the plug, right Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source I still ain't get them five mics Find a nigga better If you let a nigga know the nigga Yeah, I hear the shit they talking It ain't like a nigga slippin' Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin' On the gram with a pic, now that's a mean caption Now what you know about that 36 I can make it double, hoe They hit you when you ballin' They don't see you when you strugglin' tho I put them Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today But ye ain't 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Aus Songtexte Mania