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Imagine me if I got it If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty Imagine me with your shorty Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury Probably be with Yeah, too many hoes on my D-I-C-K I run the game like V-I-C-K You ain't talking shit, no habla Englais I can cock that thing back and pon de replay I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb Hit him in his arm, leg, head, nigga swam oceans for the commas Oh my Jesus, the tops in the grey coupe And when you hit the gas, that shit growl like a grey wolf I'm murdering the game like Beowulf, what you saying? You 'bout to get slayed, hop out the roof with the woof Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at ? I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic SongtexteThe only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check, ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with the check nun badder than a bad ass chick with the Twenty-three dollars in my pockets, I'm rich as fuck Cause my nigga just hit me from the pen and I hooked him up Fast-forward ten years, we hopping out of the matte black truck Black lips, dark abyss in my cup Wrist sick cause I shit like 2 Bitches, 1 Cup You a witness, I been had bitches like Pac and Clinton I Ibaka your shot to give dick to Ms. Hilson Do the Pretty Girl Rock with this shit in your kidneys Blow the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is the busiest Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at ? I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine Aus Songtexte Mania