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You know, I'm on the bean right now And I'm feeling excellent, yeah I'm feelin' excellent I'm on that ecstasy I just caught lockjaw, I'm feelin' excellent Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans Pullin' up with choppers and no, we not leavin' evidence Bitches sellin' pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (Yeah) Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (I'm feelin' excellent) I just popped a bean or two, I'm fiendin' for some more I see you mad at me 'cause I left my semen in your ho And I don't give a fuck, is you with it, nigga, or what? You pussy niggas stay dissin', I see you, nigga, you're done We keep the packs in the sofa, you show your guns, but don't tote 'em I got a MAC and it's loaded, you make a move and I blow it I'm on that ecstasy and I'm feelin' excellent I don't see the hate 'cause them niggas not in my element I'm on that ecstasy I just caught lockjaw, I'm feelin' excellent Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans SongtextePullin' up with choppers and no, we not leavin' evidence Bitches sellin' pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (Yeah) Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (I'm feelin' excellent) I got your bitch doin' shit that she never did Fuckin' and suckin' the team for the presidents Pull up and hop out, we shoot up the residents Don't give a fuck, we do not leave no evidence Call up the plug and I tell him I need it Got good dope, take a nigga right up to Venus Junkies keep callin', I know they be fiendin' She pop the perc, now she thinkin' she dreamin' Ooh, necesito el dinero (Money) You ain't gettin' money, we know Trap house jumpin' like twenty-three, who is that? Walkin' up, shooter by the peephole On the Westside, left a legacy (Legacy) Came from nothin', now I'm excellent (Excellent) Ran up a check, now I got 'em upset Keep a Glock 'cause I peep all the jealousy I'm on that ecstasy I just caught lockjaw, I'm feelin' excellent Hits of cocaina at noche, I love my Mexicans Pullin' up with choppers and no, we not leavin' evidence Bitches sellin' pussy, I slide my trap for dead presidents Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (Yeah) Excellent (How you feelin'?) I'm feelin' excellent (I'm feelin' excellent) Aus Songtexte Mania