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Brra, brra, uh Frozen jewels, only fuck with hoes that choose Catch me rolling, holding tools I was home from dues, that’s all of that provoking dudes I’m still focused on before Homie, you fu, you like some tofu Might let you hold a few out the old school Like they do in the old school, like a true goon supposed to Shit niggas go through when you anti-social, with fancy vocals Can’t you see like total, we gon’ blow like Whole Foods Homie, we been mobile, told you, bro, that’s what moguls do By some, I been told I’m a total douche, uh Cop the Ghost, now my homies spooked, boo Uh, I jumped out the booth with no shoes Walked on the water in the pool, came in the crib dry Did I forget to mention that it was pouring too? Bitches like, “Aren’t you the type to spend car loot on a army suit? How you so rugged, but R&B smooth?” One of the best to ever do this Records with me is definitely on every MC’s to do list, uh Boosting shrimps at Ruth’s Chris, new Gucci shoe prints Goops dookie licks, we not stupid, pimp, I know what my duty is You shot in the gluteus, where your goonies went? Niggas dipped on you like word is you had the cooties, kid I’m schooling these kids, you don’t move me a bit SongtexteEvery time I slipped out the game, niggas pulled me back in Marc Uh, I’m still that rare type daddy, eep that pipe, that Mariah Carey Life’s a bitch, but I’m not the type to marry Wipe the white Ballys, what your writing’s like to me like a rice patty Get at me, that’s like white in a baggy Come with that bag and make it snappy Or drag your feet up, mask be savvy Marc, baby Uh, yeah, just ride out Uh, okay, uh, Marc, nigga You already know, boy, hundred block Aus Songtexte Mania