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See y'all just getting 2018 We already in the year 2020 Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher Spent a mill on misdemeanor Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah Spending money like amnesia Spent some money on sativa Got that strip club diabetes Make it ran cats and dogs All night long, I need PETA White girl, black diva I'm in here fucking on a zebra I beat it up like John Cena Talkin' crazy, bilingual Put some diamonds in my teethers It's got me lookin' like a genius Leave you bloody like a fetus Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless Put some money on subpoenas Could've gave that to Miss Cita Nigga stunting, he a skeezer From the heart and out the speakers I was young, I heard the preacher I grew up and met the reaper That codeine my anesthesia SongtexteTried to kick but this ain't FIFA She snort one line, want a sequel She snort two and want a threesome She snort three lines, yell Adidas When I bust I yell eureka When I bust I yell eureka When she bust she yell for Jesus Drop her off at the cathedral She come back with a bunch of singles Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo Hustle where the grass is greener Clean the blood off the walls then break out the Stanley Steamer It's a drought on cocaina I know routes through Pasedena I got two keys of that Bieber Call 'em Justin and Justina Sippin' on that Angelina I'm low profile in a Bimmer Where it's sour, could be sweeter I got sugar, I got creamer More extremer, more obscener Doing numbers, yelling bingo Coca leaf so come and get some White power from a negro Spent some money on my legal And that money was illegal That's my bloody, that's my migo Reppin' cinco like he Tito I'm gettin' high under gazebo With a bride and no tuxedo I'm a bitch magnet, Magneto Hit that pussy like the R.I.C.O Young money with no wrinkles Hot tubbing with the chicas Run around naked like they streakers Run around this bitch like Ezekiel Good Quality coke, that's GQ Boy this bass don't need no EQ She snort one line, want a sequel When I bust I yell eureka Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit my dog She kept talking fifty fifty, had to split my dog She kept on falling in and out of love, I tripped her dog Told me eat or get ate so I sipped her dog I'ma go platinum, she single She blow up my phone but the bitch got no ringer Bought her a ring but I left with a finger Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers Hello ho, you gots to go ho I'm on the road ho High profile, moving work on the low Smoking OG, girl you gotta go Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some sick shit Aus Songtexte Mania