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ATL Jacob Pyrex, turn me up Let's go Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God) Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world) Lil' mama multi-fee (what), on the views trust And yeah, you earned your keys (uh) That car got a lot of horse (skrr) For F stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all) Yeah shell, son (shell), and you made a blessin' Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me 'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut) Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat (lil baby) I'm on low-key, I live my best life (that life) Feel like it chose me All the doors start opening In a dark room, walls closing (start closing) I'm getting big enough (big) My pockets fully stuffed (on God) I ain't a local joker (no) Go giving your life to Poker (giving your life) Apartments we was laying, no sofas So why I'mma act like I don't know ya Always act slime SongtexteJay Die, be slime my kind But I know shawty ring Rocking 23 carats Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God) Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world) Lil' mama multi-fee (what), on the views trust And yeah, you earned your keys (uh) That car got a lot of horse (skrr) For F stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all) Yeah shell, son (shell), and you made a blessin' Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me 'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut) Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, I ball hard (ball hard) I rock Margiela, like this shit some Carhartt (my dick is-) Grra-ta-pa-pa-pa, no na-na We don't talk long (vrrah), uh I can't fuck that bitch if she got socks on Socks on, you gon' lead Chopstick in the Coxon OG gas make me bop my face up like I taste hot-sauce (woo) Slanging slap, lil' bitch, dread hang like a rasta Card, yeah they imposters Chanel my neck, they petty, girl Been rocking double G's, feel like a girly girl (on God) Feel like I'm Hercules, in a boy's world (boy's world) Lil' mama multi-fee (what), on the views trust And yeah, you earned your keys (uh) That car got a lot of horse (skrr) For F stand tall (say what?), 'cause you my all (my all) Yeah shell, son (shell), and you made a blessin' Took me through lessons (on God), protect the foe from me 'Cause you know I run these streets ('naut) Yeah I gotta get this bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that whole wheat Gotta get that bread, yeah, that... Aus Songtexte Mania