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Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga Knock a little dust off this bitch DJ Holiday Dave East King of Harlem For all you niggas that hated This yo' karma, nigga Uh Started with nothing, now I'm up in Neiman's with 20 bands I did the [?] and dried the coke with the ceiling fan I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds... Uh Started with nothing, now I'm up in Neiman's with 20 bands I did the [?] and dried the coke with the ceiling fan I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick They know I could fuck they bitch I probably hit me a hundred licks We was really in that Crown Vic All I need me is a down bitch To take the product out of town quick Can't be nervous, you around this Louis got me wearing brown kicks SongtexteLooking like I stepped in dog shit Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain't chilling 'til we all rich Nowadays, ain't gotta call chicks Porsche drop with the fog tints Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walk that I ain't got time for the talking Killed them early, that's abortion Aus Songtexte Mania