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Kickin' shit with no smell Say she got a man, I keep it player Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine Rollin' out my mind, yeah When I pour a four up, slow up I got hoes at the door We got bags on the floor We brought cash but we want more It's not the same We're not the same, we're not the same Press a button, bitch I go up Pressure a button, open doors Bad bitches, they got mores Be with fours, I had no choice It's not the same It's not the same, it's not the same I was brought up a lil different This Rollie here it ain't ticking I prefer all of my bitches Ratchet but they get exquisite Fuck her and give her the business Long as the bank print it I'ma get up and go get it Damn it's a wonderful feeling SongtexteI keep them racks just like tennis Two hundred my dash, digit Fuck around and got a ticket Living life so relentless Bitch I'm cool like a frigid Bitch I'm crafty like linen Bitch I ball with no pivot Louis V down my ears Kickin' shit with no smell Say she got a man, I keep it player Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine Rollin' out my mind, yeah When I pour a four up, slow up I got hoes at the door We got bags on the floor We brought cash but we want more It's not the same We're not the same, we're not the same Press a button, bitch I go up Pressure a button, open doors Bad bitches, they got mores Be with fours, I had no choice It's not the same It's not the same, it's not the same Don't do no relations I fuck these hoes on the daily You having screens attached I don't agree with that You steady screaming facts I don't believe in that Nigga we not the same I just blew out the brain Got on Dior Sauvage She all on my private part You opping shit from hard You opping shit from hard I had to play my cards Got foreigns inside my garage We on the DL, I keep it three player Kickin' shit with no smell Say she got a man, I keep it player Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine Rollin' out my mind, yeah When I pour a four up, slow up I got hoes at the door We got bags on the floor We brought cash but we want more It's not the same We're not the same, we're not the same Press a button, bitch I go up Pressure a button, open doors Bad bitches, they got mores Be with fours, I had no choice It's not the same It's not the same, it's not the same Aus Songtexte Mania