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Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure S.S. shit, nigga Mind ya business I'm gettin' head while the phone ring I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Still that nigga, still that nigga, still that nigga I been that nigga, I been that nigga, I been that nigga Oh that's yo' nigga? Oh that's yo' nigga? Ho, fuck yo' nigga! I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Still that nigga, still that nigga, still that nigga I been that nigga, I been that nigga, I been that nigga Oh that's yo' nigga? Oh that's yo' nigga? Ho, fuck yo' nigga! Suck my whole D, I get on that booty like a pirate Fire red 911, take a moment of silence Asked for a .5 or a .6 so broke might feel bad, might front you a whole Y'all got the wrong nigga, you seen what happen at that A$AP show Goddamn, I might need a shot of prometh' straight I take your bitch on a date Down south tone, all downed in the attire Got a dunk, on deuces, and only Broward touch the tires Got a 20-aged Malaysian babe, got a daughter by the month of May Dooney snort a molly with her just so she stay comfortable SongtexteYeah I said yo' government in my song Well, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Ho niggas parting their lace fronts, talm' bout how they gon' split my wig, shit (Y'all niggas pie!) You a lie (lie!), and I understand why You and your bitch been so comfy, and her pussy so fie I'd be sleep too if I ain't sell out and come out of hibernation 'fore a nigga leap Niggas put a dog face in they tee and try to act like they thoroughbred I say turn the lights on, Savage looking for her Corner store white tee, them bitches on the beach think I'm a fucking fashion icon, bitch Salt water tears when I tell a bitch my real name But woe, no complaints from over there If she saw it look like my dick grew for a hundred years, bitch! I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Still that nigga, still that nigga, still that nigga I been that nigga, I been that nigga, I been that nigga Oh that's yo' nigga? Oh that's yo' nigga? Ho, fuck yo' nigga! Lip-bitin' animal No fronts, need collateral for mine And yo' bitch wish a nigga would, like she ask for the dick 3 times And there ain't no stems picked out mine, so baggage keeping count of the cake Like birthday candles Mix that yellow xan' with that green xan' got me feeling like a new nigga And that new bitch ass that's so thick I don't much know how to put my lips on her It's the wizard of the O-Z, call that white girl Dorothy And I can't believe I let you in my home, bitch But Florida ain't Kansas But my booster sent you off, better not forget shit Clickin' red bottom heels won't get your ass back to my crib Panamera; talk about it, cause I bought it; White Sprite Ball with loose dollars, I color contrast like an artist, shit Basquiat, Basquiat, say she want her son to look like Basquiat Well, baby, let's repopulate Only things that I don't have, is that it can't be gift wrapped, shit 'Port burning, Agent Provocateur showing Tone of the skin, Alaskan, so she don't get wet, she start snowing And she a bad bitch, hit the pole like Edie Sedgewick Mod bitches only come in black in white But I put some color in her beverage Still got my Gunrise boo and she only smoke bouquet If I buy her that Miu Miu, maybe she'll raise my Mewtwo Aus Songtexte Mania