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Haha, bitch Look, haha, okay These bitches be hittin' my phone, like, shut up I don't wanna talk These nigga be on my line, like, run up Haha, you don't want no smoke I'm in the jet, not a car or a boat Came from the bottom, won't go back to broke Tell yo' lil' shawty to throw me some throat She in my bed and she like to get choked Getting this cake like a young nigga B-Day Fly out to florida, I'll be there for three days Me and her sister, we might have a three-way Fuck it, I don't wanna fuck, need a BJ Fly out your crush from wherever she stay at She fall in love, now you can't get your bae back Send her right back to wherever y'all stay at And now that bitch mad cause a nigga don't play back I can't love no thooter (Thooter) Shoutout to my shooter (Shooter) These niggas be fake as fuck, they typin' on computers (Damn) SongtexteCaps gon' lock and straps gon' pop Runnin these bands, I'm never gon' stop These niggas mad, my rollie don't tock Yo' bitch is mad, that bitch is a thot Yeah Air plane mode in the jet bitch, Nyewmm We fly, my nigga Don't lie, my nigga I tired of niggas just actin' like they finna ride, my nigga But when it comes down to the time, the niggas gon' die cause niggas was lyin', my nigga I guessed you tried, my nigga I guessed you tried, my nigga I guessed you tried, my nigga I'm fly, my nigga I guess I'm fly, my nigga I guess I'm fly, my nigga I guess I'm, I guess I'm Shut up Aus Songtexte Mania