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Ion talk no more, I just lay back Let the world rock, go for it Ion talk no more, I just lay back Let the world rock, go for it Got my pedal to the dirt, no florist When I'm coarse, go Geppeddo on them Berts, no c(h)ords Like a lord, got a weapon up my skirt, no force At Coachella me and hid the work in a Porsche Brought a bad thing to a beachside fortress I get hella women like I'm gorgeous When I die they gon remake my feet out of porcelain A bitch from Staten Island gon rip my dick out the coughffin I do not do this often, cause offing y'all a part time job Y'all be tweaking like we aren't like God Used to stay up in the park, Gary Wilson Or the spot out in Pilsen 18, dropping jaws like Damn Talk no more I just let the world rock go for it Ion talk no more I just lay back let the world rock, go for it Told my ass, gon and man it up! SongtextePride don't keep stepping on the weak till they ain't standing up! Ain't no peaking, I'm on that streak like geese on Canada Call Maria, boy I'm flying, she can add it up! yeah Ran it up on Canal Street, Panama, yeah Pamela with the bounce, now I'm rambling, yeah Handle ya lil clout till ya candle's done... Meanwhile Imma light my fucking mantle up Mfs scandalous! Slant the street and you gon see some rumours scramble down, yeah Sandy feet like I sleep in underwater towns, yeah D*n*ld cheap, got the crown, now it's watered down, yeah Tell me how? Foh you know it's foul Aus Songtexte Mania