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Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn I la-la-la-la-la-la-land on that Learjet 8 M.S., the fast gear set Timon and Pumbaa, I'm that meerkat Lookin' at 'em like, "damn, why she wear that?" Tell 'em silly rabbits we ain't pullin' tricks Don't need no stunt doubles, I'm still doing tricks You see the bags and the kicks? You see the whip on the six? Ha, (listen) step up your budget (bitch) I'm full force, that drift proper This good horse, that jaw-dropper We flyin' in on them choppers Just to meet these personal shoppers Don't step to me, though, that's improper Eat the cake, no Betty Crocker Send hits and make hits We a factory with no floppers SongtexteCame up in it, Blue Thunder-ing Got all these niggas shook, they crumblin' Off with they heads, they tumblin' Stumblin', mmm, they mumblin' Make these bitches splat like a Rorschach 'Cause I run them over in a Porsche-Porsche Could've swerved on them, but of course-course They all wanna be endorse-'dorsed Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn I been ate that shit I'm still counting my calories Can't hear your voice (what?) Over the sound of my salaries I'm not even full yet Still room for me to eat My pockets is hungry Bon appétit Works really good with all the dick-riding My coattails [?] not dividing This my shit, work hard for it Unless you spit for it, I'll put a [?] on it Bitches be wanting what I have Only thing green is my moneybag The Louis bag, I don't want [?] Just killed another track, now we up in the mag' Speaking of mag', I'm fuckin' magnif' Gift of gab, I'm a magnet I am not the one to take for granted I'm the realest nigga on the planet You see that Gucci that be on my jacket? Winnin' like I'm on the top of that bracket If now you know that they rigging the ballot I'd rather throw than bury the hatchet Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn Fuckin' with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam Up in that monster lam', in that truck, goin' ham I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan I'm jumpin' off the ramp like I don't give a damn Ha ha ha, I wouldn't even run you over Y'all not even worth it, ha Coming for me like you don't even know what a Porsche feels like Ha ha ha ha Interior designer Ha ha ha Aus Songtexte Mania