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Let the band play Skrrt, skrrt Yeah yeah, skrrt Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors) I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show) What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe) I pull up, all the kids screamin', "Whoa" (Whoa) They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin', lookin' like they saw a ghost Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in, go get some more Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah) Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah) Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah SongtexteMy pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin' cop cars Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain't the same, my boy Playin' in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil' bitty boys Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course Ballin', better check the score, I'm the on these hoes adore Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch, that's Glock Aus Songtexte Mania