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A YMGM Collaboration Young Money, Generation M Get with it! Squad poppin', like the pentagon Squad poppin', like the renaissance Squad poppin', like the thriller song And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone My squad lit like a strobe light Squad lit on a slow night Squad ain't got no types Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White My squad poppin', my bitch shopping My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbing I'm inside cuddling with the choppa Working on the stove, like a novel Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom Codeine got the drink all soggy And your queen got my dick hard body There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery My squad poppin', like the white house Squad never need time out Squad way up on the ninth cloud Way up here, we got iCloud My squad lit like a strobe light Every night, any night, all night Songtexte6 hoes and they all dykes, and all they need is one mic My new attic full of dead bodies Old attic full of dead bodies Bedroom full of red bodies I got your main bitch headlining She cry to me said "You're no fair!" Cried to me said "You're low fare." Dry pussy with no hair So we showered together and the soap fell Then I ask her how the dope feel I don't care how the hoe feel I kick her ass out the dope house And she can ask her ass how the door feel Squad poppin' like the pentagon Thot talk like Jimmy Jones Smokin loud like an intercom Im goin keep it summer all winter long Squad lit like the sunlight You goin have to squint or use on eye No Mike Tyson this a gun fight Had to hide my guns cause they gun shy Squad pop like the pentagon Had to put a few killers on If you don't want no static you goin have to put some antennas on Wait, Drop top with the titties on Bitch bounce like a tennis ball Pussies hatin' like menopause Its a jungle out there, Senegal Wait, Drop top with the tinteds on It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned Fat pockets with the skinnies on Im dead right but I'm living wrong No red lights my limits gone My meds right I'm trippy jones My wave right like Billabong My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs Her headlights i turn em on She wanna go to Mars, that journey long Im goin fuck her hard till her sternum gone My diamonds sing, she learn the songs I woke up, like this hoe I'm burning pot like Crisco She a cryp hoe but she a nympho And we color blind and you know love is blind In each others eyes, we butterflies Rock and roll like Hummer tires I dont even got to be her number 1 Im her number 6 And she my number 9 Get it All these drugs scientific All these bars science fiction South identifying ribbon [?] Walkin all 9 innings Talkin shit while im shittin Defication expensive Destination exquisite Dedication 6 senses Im the shit up in the restroom Guess who up in my guest room Smack her ass leave a flesh wound Weezy F baby test tube The Martian gets high as Neptunes I fuck your bitch how is that news? And you ain't shit to a raccoon I go ape shit on these baboons The diamonds still doing dance moves The money still makin fast moves 6 feet or 3 pair of shoes You still underground where the grass grew Headshot thats a hairdo Blood drop like shampoo Young Vidal Sassoon Oh well no Shamoo She clap her as in the lambo We catch your ass gettin fast food It happens fast then we vamoose Rat-a-tat to the tat-poof I go apple jack to the froot loop I got milk, sauce and the Ragu Im the body on the side walk I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom Six shit Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, i don't, you know, forgive me for saying I don't remember but its like the gift be so extravagant meaning like i probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you, im sorry you just do. and so he get you those type of gifts when i say extravagant i mean like uh the house i probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what i mean shit like that Aus Songtexte Mania