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DY Krazy Uh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby I'm in first class, baby (On God) You in last, baby (On God) I'm a 90's baby But I cook that shit from the 80's (On God) SongtexteHardtop Mercedes (On God) I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes (That's on God) Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em (That's on God) Just let the AK rearrange ya (That's on God) Fuck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily (On God) Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady (That's on God) Throw B's up for the brazy (On God) I put the K in crazy (On God) I went No Limit dance on the daily (On God) That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (On God) Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (On God) Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh I got four pockets with lettuce We 'bout to show 'em who the best is I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds I designed her lil' body, she a trophy And she do what designer say I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby I'm not God, baby (On God) I don't forgive, baby (On God) My niggas in your crib, baby (On God) They go real brazy (That's on God) I'ma pull up in the latest (On God) Matte black, you know that I painted it (On God) New millennium, totin' the stainless (On God) Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (On God, on God, on God) I got savage ways (On God) I got baddie babes (That's on God) I got me the swings (No cap, on God) All I'm bringin' in (No cap, on God) Yeah (Uh) The way you lied to me is too fugazi (On God) No magazine shells fade away (Uh) I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion (Yeah, on God) Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in a Bathing Ape apron My bitch foreign I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist (On God) I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist, uh Get my dick sucked by a soultaker, uh I told her I just want the top Your clothes, don't even take it off (That's on God) I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off I'm fast and furious on you hoes (On God) Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieve my goals (That's on God) I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife Yeah, yeah Yeah, that's on God That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God DY Krazy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah That's on God, that's on God That's on God, that's on God, that's on... Brand new Chanels Don't look at the tag, baby I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby I drive in the Jag crazy I crash that bitch daily Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (Ayy) I made a bag, baby (Yeah) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I made a bag, baby (On God) I'm in my bag (On God) I drive it real fast, baby (On God) Mercedes Benz (On God) I'm in my bag, baby Aus Songtexte Mania