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Yeah Yeah Yeah Imma [?] Imma [?] Imma [?], thirty a key Your bitch keep on flirting with me Drop out, yeah Drop top, yeah Hop out, yeah Pop out, yeah Rolling dice, yeah, yeah Foreign whip, yeah Take your bitch, yeah, yeah Taking trips, yeah, yeah Drop out, yeah Drop top, yeah Hop out, yeah Pop out, yeah Rolling dice, yeah, yeah [?], yeah Take your bitch, yeah, yeah Taking trips, yeah, yeah You know I already told 'ya Songtexte[?] the soldier She want to come through and pour up Pour a little juice in the soda Keep the bag on check Can't let 'em check my bag Gucci bees at your neck Gucci bees on my rack Flyer than a [?] Eagle Smoking on death, call it Reaper Shorty pull up in that Jeep-uh Bet she gone call me the chief-uh Do this for all of my people They thinkin' it must be illegal They want us to give 'em the cheat codes They know that we hittin' like free throws ......... Aus Songtexte Mania