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Obama wanted change, I want the same thing But I collect my change by cooking cocaine I smoke up so much gas I'm full of propane If the police on my ass they get a motherfucking smokescreen Real cutthroat, don't feel no pain Chopper got him singing like he T-Pain I got three traps up in three states I'm just out here tryna get this cheesecake Real goon, the police came and left and we still shootin' Blunt puff and I ain't tryna talk, bitch I'm tryna fuck I'm on somethin', pop another bean, it got me bussin' Tryna drop somethin', four swervin' foreign in the street What the fuck you think? Washing dirty money in the bath, up in the fucking sink Know we getting it slide like a motherfuckin' roller rink Blink and you'll be turned to a T Know the business ho Always with the extras if it's ever 'bout a bitch though Shit, I'm a gang member, you a pretender These is Gucci sneakers, nigga these ain't cheap fellow Tell your bitch that when she suck me use her cheeks better Always in a different seven getting new cheddar Obama wanted change, I want the same thing But I collect my change by cooking cocaine SongtexteI smoke up so much gas I'm full of propane If the police on my ass they get a motherfucking smokescreen Real cutthroat, don't feel no pain Chopper got him singing like he T-Pain I got three traps up in three states I'm just out here tryna get this cheesecake Gang gang, still on the same thing With some bloods and some crips, nigga I don't even gangbang Rockin' twin choppers like I'm Max Payne Send you to the doctor if you act lame Gotta watch for coppers in this rap game My sister taught me all about the trap game I done fell in love with the dope game My partner said he love selling cocaine And we be cooking drugs, ain't no lo mein Catch me standin' in the club popping motherfuckin' champagne Pour it on the strippers, ain't a damn thing Tell these niggas what's my damn name (Bitch I'm Rob Vicious) Aus Songtexte Mania