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Kid Classic Que [??] going on Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (Fuck shit up) Splittin' lick, [??] 'till my whole squad was rich (Woah) Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques Keep the tool incase I gotta unscrew your shit Cut these niggas and these hoes on some [??] shit They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick That's why I stay close with my dawgs These white collar crime ass niggas be frauds I'm quick to [??] all my niggas and ball on a bitch I'm driving fast, bending corner,s sipping slow on my whip I keep my hoes segregated , on my Jim Crow shit And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga SongtexteI got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like [??] And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber Bet she ain't like the [??] when I fuck her breasts Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque Got her [??] in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain't really luvy-duby And that's why I chose her Que killing bitches like he [??] [??] and I be in a bitch stomach like a [??] (Keep going) Red got a top like what's in the block Told you more than once, that I'ma die when they shoot to kill [??] You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just up of A trick nigga that ain't my cup of tea On my best day, nigga, you couldn't fuck with me I'ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep You could never be a better dawg than me I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak Then tell her don't let the door hit you with the good [??]'s picture Keep a bitch's coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers You take the bitch to [??], I take the bitch to [??] On first string, shootin' three, I'm in the league I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany's, nigga (Que) You ain't fighting, you ain't hard, nigga You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga You ain't rich, you don't ball, nigga You ain't tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit but a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you a dawg, nigga You ain't shit, you just a dawg, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania