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Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm off the acid, oh no Cris Dinero on the track Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it Bitch I came to kill, on my momma Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama That bitch don't understand When she just don't want no drama That baby mama, drama I don't wanna talk about it Well hello there Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom Head bust, fucking head bust your head open She gon' bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh On yo' block, all up on yo' block, I’m sittin', smokin', ayy uh Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my dick in my glock, ayy My blade don’t like cops, ayy What's that? What's that? Red dot (bop, bop, bop, BOP!) SongtexteGrrra! Gratata, ayy Shoot at pussy bwoys Can't fuck with pussy bwoys Put a pistol on pussy bwoys In Jesus' name— Bitch, I came to kill You and yo' momma Boo-boo-boo-boo Yo' medulla oblongata Blood drippin', it spill Look like salsa Cock back it up, yeah That back poppin' piñata Aus Songtexte Mania