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Woptober, Wop Finally, huh, this the finale, yeah Huh, it's Gucci, go These slides are Buscemi My drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy A nigga so handsome These white women say that they want me They say that I'm country but I'm number one in the country It's no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry Mike Will and Zay beat I'mma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed My chick is a dime piece I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G's These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get 'round me A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece From the top and I'm not stopping 'till the money stop I used to cook with several pots But now my hands in several pots You try to plot on 'Wop, my goons gon' play connect the dots My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot I told you, I told you I told you, I told you These boys didn't believe in me I showed you, I showed you SongtexteMy bitch my lil whoadie My bitch from Magnolia Surrounded by bad bitches We up without Folgers We live by that cash talk baby We live by that cash talk I'm riding in Nascar baby I'm tearing up that asphalt They know not to play with us, baby We strapped like the Blackhawks I got that boy leaking out blood I got that boy getting chopped up Now tell me the problem now I cut that head like a barber now They told me them boys in there I'mma pull up on your war right now The cops know we mobbing now I'mma go end what you started now We used to be dead broke Now we gon' do it real larger now You know I'mma vet it Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay They told and you let 'em These fuck niggas fake as they bezels, ay My gold from Brazil I got my shit out of treasure, ay You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey Get them birdies, let them fly without propellers, hey Get the P, run up the door, lift up and accelerate Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay I told you, I told you I told you, I told you These boys didn't believe in me I showed you, I showed you My bitch my lil whoadie My bitch from Magnolia Surrounded by bad bitches We up without Folgers We live by that cash talk baby We live by that cash talk I'm riding in Nascar baby I'm tearing up that asphalt They know not to play with us, baby We strapped like the Blackhawks I got that boy leaking out blood I got that boy getting chopped up, yeah Burr, aha, it's Gucci Aus Songtexte Mania