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(Ooh, RJ) RJ always trippin', man RJ always trippin’, man Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't like niggas and that's the, uh I don’t like niggas and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm) I'm gon' kill niggas and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh) Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9’s Chopper chop off a nigga whole side Pussy, we get to movin’ shit like RVin' I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I’m Clark Kent And ayy, I'm that nigga that like to start shit Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy) I'm a workin' ass nigga with no time for games You’s a perpin' ass nigga, you all kinds of lame Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang Up this FN, you not my friend, don't say not a thing Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane Tooda Man, that's my twin 'cause we shoot the same Want so much more, 'bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain I whoop a bitch with the belt like I'm Pootie Tang Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay SongtexteAnd I hold the chopstick like a ukulele In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain Why I make you need a towel? 'Cause we party wild And your daughter love a nigga more than Barbie dolls And your son love a nigga more than action figures But he 'bout to lose a father figure when I whack them niggas And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man And I got more work than Allen Iverson Got more money than your grandaddy retire with And I'm in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick I'm in every bitch crib like some UGG boots I be in every bitch face like, "I love you" Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do I be in every nigga face like, "Fuck you" A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo Lay the smack down on you niggas or I Roody-Poo, bitch I don't like niggas and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm) I'm gon' kill niggas and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh) Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's Chopper chop off a nigga whole side Aus Songtexte Mania