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You don't want it, nah Elijah done did it again You don’t want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don’t want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Promise you don't want it, we got thirties, we gon' run you down Used to a grab a dime of weed but I blow O's with Vicky now Swervin' all through traffic with them ratchets, need to calm it down I know that I'm well protected if I got Trae Pound around I been workin' while you sleep, don’t ask me how I passed you Thought that bitch was innocent ’til I seen what that cash do They fuckin' for shoes, mmh My pockets filled with them blues, mmh My city hotter than June, mmh More than three murders by noon, mmh Lots of balloons, a whole lot of bodies I miss Addy G and I miss Ladi Dadi Whole lot of shots, bitch, that’s all you gon' hear SongtexteAnd I put that on God if somebody try me I worked too hard for these jewels, too hard to shine To straight let a fuck nigga rob me We ain't like none of these rappers that's doin’ that cappin' I bet you it's gon' be a homi', nigga Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah A lot of artillery, nobody killing me When we pull up, we gon' shoot, it's a movie (Clip) Bad little bitch and I know that she feeling me Ridin' this dick like a yellow Suzuki Clear ones put up, got 'em right in the stash She eatin' me up while I'm distributing Boyfriend mad, he callin' her phone She told him that he can go lay down in dookey When I'm in the neighborhood, bitch, I'm elite The glizzy gon' bang just like 808 beat I'm backin' 'em down and bag on his head Trae Pound still gon' hit him, all net from the three Better not play no games with me Real niggas gon' bang them things 'bout me Real street nigga, I ain't like these rapper niggas Better not try to get fame off me Them Shinners, they is dangerous Niggas better not try to get fame off us Any nigga think 'bout tryin' us Nigga must be high off angel dust All I smoke is mary jane But my white girl sniff cocaine and stuff Movin' too fast, I forgot a few things But I know that... Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Vicky got the sticky, I got the blicky and we coming strong For my broski Skola, get slumped over, you don't want it, nah Aus Songtexte Mania