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Sick shit Ay yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yahhh Six, nigga, Dedication Six, nigga Six, nigga, Six, nigga, Dedication Six, nigga Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe) Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends) If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French) I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints) We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah) Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (Yeah) We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah) See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny still Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay) Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle Tryna put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one Now they say I'm big time While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pager I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!) Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player If she bad and I am greater, get her unlimited data SongtexteThey tryna build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah We in the game but we don't play that shit Cover your soul before they take that shit Young Right nigga, wrong nigga Dope nigga, ill nigga Rich nigga, Polo nigga House bigger, bills bigger Sick nigga, Hill nigga Lit nigga, chill nigga Racks nigga, real bigger Shaq bigger, lil nigga Facts nigga, trill nigga Tax nigga, still nigga Coke-on-coke, nigga Slopes, niggas; hills, nigga Joke, nigga? No, nigga Clip bigger, quick trigger Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures Mixed signals, O.J. with the brick Nigga run through the white Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that's Sunny D-Light Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case Talking 'bout a a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait Drugs in the Broncos — Start the motherfuckin' horse race I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace I tell her keep her mouth shut If not I got some scotch tape Got to keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock The shelves fall, the ground shake It make it do the James Brown I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb Some niggas like fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair Some niggas got the right time, you ask him he'll say "Time'll tell" Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care Niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel Niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair Lyin' there, lookin' like, "Aww, yeah", lawn chair Jump right off the Con-Air and landed on the time-share I wear Versace eyeware, feelin' like top shelf Cool as two Ls and rock bells hot as Scottsdale Bombshell Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (Bow!) Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out That's some sick shit Aus Songtexte Mania