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Aye, woah, aye Running from the drank, like Top five worst feelings in the world I’m gon' state the facts and he gon' say it, yo Aye, uh, and he gon' say it, uh I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' state his raps We do what we please and that’s just what you lack, aye T-shirt in the breeze, I think I’m still in Cali I’m dodging federalés, got cookie in the mail-y RIP the legends for the lean up in my belly You say I need to stop, I hope you still here when I’m ready I'd rather pop a seal and show some hoes who really petty I’m cool, cruisin’ through Queens, I'm tryna find some scenes from Belly, aye Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest Percs and no feelings, when will you get it, uh, aye Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest Two percs deadly, bubble up my belly Your bitch show me her arch, I feel at home like I was Nelly Cookies in the airport, I pray they don’t smell me Baby, I’m the deadest, yeah, aye, aye Baby, I’m the deadest I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' say his raps We do what we please, and that’s just what you lack Aus Songtexte Mania