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Big body on brabas, that's all I know Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore Screaming "money over power" Quote, un-quote And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up) I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up) I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah) Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count Get 'em Skating, made em standing like dating them Running like Payton, I'm Christian like late and I'm Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I'm Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them Quietly waiting I'm trying to be patient but They want me to wait for Simon to say it but I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or They talk about you to your congregation Man, no conversation or negotiation No affiliation by association I need confirmation for my compensation Or we make a corpse out of your corporation I need my donation, take drugs in rotation That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation They landing your facial bandana rosacia I'm all about numbers, comparisons, racials SongtexteCollateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo" This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth I ain't got time for no rumors when I am not human, all you men I'm booming I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum versus aluminum I'm shrooming, a bitch that lasts well I'm assuming My vision is blooming, but fuck it I zooming And now I see movement, and I'd like to thank all them niggas that screw me But I still might shoot up my class reuinion I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion Focus on weed, bright as a petunia I'm walking around this America like I'm the king, king of Zamunda Been hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper Which one of you niggas want beef? I'm putting your name outside the chalupa Money since the Mayans, thugging since the riots Cystic simplifying, higher than Orion Lying off the diet, eat the whole [?] Pop a coca body, keep it soft and sour Watch the market tower Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count ‘hem Competition count them Opposition chowder Watch the btches shower Optimistic mama Commom sense ain't common Top position scholar so far from the bottom They can't hear me hallow All i say is our, all i say is our Our father Mallow Bayer Mallow pssy taste like cablo Make me a salamo leg and bottle mark Pray about it I just race the rari let it way behind my, taste the mileage Loud as blaten’ diamonds i think they allowed Is awaken zombies Break or face a promise give me stake lasagna Hate you honor still you mamas baby and my baby mama, they some riders Can't deflate them tires, i’m still chasing commas Ngg i made big timers and i’m still taking time to make, to make it timers Dedication problems, sick sht Ay yeah, yeahhh.. The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that’s the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i’m not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that’s all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don’t really know that some of the things they are saying isn’t official. But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you open the door of my car, you’re looking in my eyes, you’re a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn’t all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what i mean I was like dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don’t even consider that dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album So shout out to homie Aus Songtexte Mania