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Mike Will Made It Nigga Sremm Life Black Barbies in the city Fat ass and pretty titties Get dummies for they money You sent flowers but I wish I didn't receive 'em All your lies I wish I didn't believe 'em That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate But I shoulda listened to what momma told me Furry moon boots, shades Dita Too high to give a shit about PETA Sativa so strong I'm not blinkin' What in the world was I thinkin'? New day, new money to be made New things for them to imitate I'm a fuckin' black barbie Pretty face, perfect body Pink seats in the 'Rari Always fuck him like I'm sorry Who the fuck is gon' protect her? SongtexteIf I really gotta check her Peter Piper picked a pepper And my cake is triple decker No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone I see these silly nigga's flexin', it's a no zone You gon' be floatin' in dem rivers like you know Joan Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snowcone She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!" Picked up my phone cause I had to call "Bullshit!" These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit Hahaha, get it? Douche it-...hahahahahahaha Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some skits Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no) Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus Usually I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess And we ain't playin' ball but usually its some shooters Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid Go against the queen your career will be elusive Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no) That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull living like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinking They lose it when the DJ drops the needle Aus Songtexte Mania