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Public service a mothafuckin’ announcement! Broke niggas in the back, rich niggas in the front From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my bitches Times was rough, we had to pray Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake Up in Florida, pussy water Fuck with ballers, Sean Carter Fuck a trend, I’m a starter Wanna be me, you my daughter Buy me Gucci for that nut Rode his face just like a truck And if he say he put me on, that nigga lying add it up If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos Yo nigga ain’t my mans, sweat them bitches like a fan SongtexteGet rich was up in the plan They watching like on demand Dallas girls love a nigga who will slap up a bitch Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon fuck in the whip Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick Can you match these bands or can you match this whip? I put bitches in they place and I make bitch niggas drip Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips From the D to the motherfuckin’ M, real rap shit Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss I got 50s, nothing shorter Pop that pussy, Travis potter All this money, like a hoarder Boy you broke, you out of order Look, it drip just like a faucet Want my number? It’s gon cost ya All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction Hood niggas, they some freaks 100K up in these streets Make yo nigga lick my feet Steak and shrimp we like to eat These bitches ain’t my friends These hoes act like fans Get rich the best revenge Asian with it, never pretend In yo feelings like a bitch Niggas lying on they dick I be sliding on yo bitch I put that iron on her wig If you want it we got smoke Twin tookas let it blow Put that boy up onna scope Rearrange yo fuckin nose Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips [2x] Gang! Aus Songtexte Mania