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Mhm, hmm, no We gon' push in anyway How we know how, on sauce, hmm Whatever you with, we with it Ain't never lied, never turned 'round, no shit Never, huh, nah' mean, know what I'm sayin' We with it (Hey, hey, whoa) I got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands And I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan Push up on a nigga, woo, I'm the Boogie Man Hit him with a forty-four like I'm the Son of Sam Hey, hey, we with it Whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it And my diamonds they hittin' terrific If you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it We with whatever you with, hey We with whatever you with Woke up this morning, feel like I'm the shit Said a prayer and I load up the clip Hit the street then I jump in the whip Hit the bitches to pick up the grip SongtexteHad an eight and I sipped me a fifth He ain't gangster, I know he'll break And bag up his head for some chips, you know that I did it Hey, I pull up with choppers the size of midgets See this sauce and this drippin', that's my religion I'm a gangster, lil' bitch, like my name was Griffin I'm a gangster, lil' bitch, like I'm Gordon I pull up in somethin' important Eat steaks when I sit down at Maury's I'm gassin', a whole 'nother orbit I tell you we spent it and they just absorb it Look at my brother 'cause he had a warrant (Twin) Came in in traffic, sit in the foreign You come from the Hills and I come from the forest You came from the 'burbs and I came from the street All of my diamonds, they hit so unique I just put spikes on the tip of my feet I threw stacks of them thousands, they really on me, hey, hey I got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands And I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan Push up on a nigga, woo, I'm the Boogie Man Hit him with a forty-four like I'm the Son of Sam Hey, hey, we with it Whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it And my diamonds they hittin' terrific If you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it We with whatever you with, hey I'm the shit, damn, then admit it No cap, knock off his fitted Yeah, I touch down in Dallas like Emmitt I'm really ballin', man, these niggas just scrimmage Yeah, I'm ridin' in a foreign, it's tinted He was pretendin', he playin' an image I ride with a stick like the Wicked Witches I'm a one-of-one, they know who different I got water on me like a fish I'm lit up like a tree on Christmas That codeine and caffeine, I mix 'em You too broke, I can't pay you attention Ride with the Glock, give a fuck who against me Camo Valentino, high-tops Givenchy I'm goin' for it like it's fourth down and inches Drip, drippin' on these niggas like I was rinsin' I got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands And I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan Push up on a nigga, woo, I'm the Boogie Man Hit him with a forty-four like I'm the Son of Sam Hey, hey, we with it Whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it Say whatever you with, yeah, we with it And my diamonds they hittin' terrific If you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it We with whatever you with, hey Aus Songtexte Mania