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Marcelo Who, nigga? Man, my trunk sound like this when me and my niggas ride through Grandmama in your living room, thought that y'all was doomed If a sucker hating on me, I'll take his shorty to the moon And don't think that she ever coming back too soon Don't think I won't sweep a sucker up with the broom Yodaichi, keep me geeky, this no Kiki, that's my boo Pull up with my niggas smoking more than him and you I give no fuck about your purpose, nigga, I'ma hurt you If you pull up moving crazy, I bet we reverse you I'm from Memphis, Tennessee where they'd rather murk you Mind your business, don't get in it, he might have to dirt you I'ma only tell the truth, I got the mausoleum view Nigga, who? And that could go for him or you I tried to keep the peace, but they let the hate through And the tears burn, I'm blowing anger out the roof At one point in time, I didn't trust my own truth I smoke a hundred blunts while I ponder on the truth Now I understand why they never let me through Now I understand why I'm nothing like you Dragon Fang Gang, pull up to it, then it's through Nigga, who? I put the sand in his boots Space cowboy, platinum-plated on the coupe I'ma slide through it just to pick up me a few And then I slide off into the Himalayan view Nigga, who? Aus Songtexte Mania