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I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out If you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah Whip that soda, ice like polar Double on motor on the motorola Got your main thing, took her to boa Took her to the crib, made her do yoga I got bitches I know that you ain't seen yet Got the 4488 you ain't see yet These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain I'm back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game I'm killin' niggas GYG, I put 'em in the hearse My bitch killin' you hoes, you know she had it first I got 'em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast I could've got the wraith, but it can't fit my hoes SongtexteI came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key I'll shoot it out with all these niggas I don't give a fuck I got a hundred niggas with me, I don't give a fuck I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out Big face rollie, still rock Air 15, leave a nigga hold up Got a lotta cash, still move fast Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a trap nigga Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga Make the money come back like a lap nigga Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas I got shooters on deck and its real fun Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one Couple days in a month I hit a million I done had too much to drink I done fell on her Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her I'm still married to the game, got my ring, yeah Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bitch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out If you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah Aus Songtexte Mania