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Body needs a bat and a black leather to record Here, take it, get ready Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room While you watchin' Maury, true story Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me shredded 240 Who gon' stop me? You and who's army? Bronson comin' with the ninja grip Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip Phillies to my lip High as Dark Knight, fuck it let the card swipe I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right As if I fit it 100k for me to spit it I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck Just tragedy and hardship Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (ah) I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target Why this blunt taste like Starburst? And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers? Mother fucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail Told the judge it's all good go 'head and keep that bail It's me, you can't touch me Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy I do it for the glamour SongtexteI do it for my mama I do it for my people I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel But there was complications during, birth given, damn man Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin' Boo listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin' Everybody know it's me cuz the roof missin' You can see my smile from a mile Yeah Oooh, I'm up at bat Albanian baseball I'm swingin' a hammer Fuck that We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives Only God can bench us You was in the dayroom doin' splits I told you stop blockin' the TV I'm tryna watch Maury And hang that fuckin' phone up We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives You talkin to the P-A-L champion I does this, uh Fuck her 'til she hates me You gotta stab me if you love me I'm down to die You're scared to live Aus Songtexte Mania