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808 Mafia Ayy, yo Look, yo, look, yo Flex god on the beat, tell by the base Yo Spin the block, we ready I'm lookin' sharp, machete Walking with bands, they heavy Joey be countin' the 'fetti "Joey, with bitches that's bad" I never check any tags Look at they faces mad I walk out the bank and I laugh Been gettin' this bread since a juvenile Probably why I be flowin' unusual All my teachers said that I was a stupid child Now I hop out a tub with a Gucci towel Bitch, I made more than a doctor I eat filet with the pasta Pussy nigga want drama Send .22 up at your mama I'm steady shootin' out the llama I never lose, I'm countin' commas Your girl is strippin' her pajamas I beat the pussy, like a boxer [FIGHT] SongtexteNever provoke a bitch, uh She finna throat the dick, uh Shawty was so convinced, uh That I fell in love and shit , look Coca-Cola doing back-flips VVS' on me dancin' One night, No attachments I kick her out 'cause I'm a savage I put my watch in the fridge I keep a K with a clip I never play with a bitch Want me to sign on her tits It's 'cause a young nigga rich, huh? It's 'cause they know I'm the shit, huh? It's 'cause she liking my style I might just buy her Channel, huh? Look, a nigga said they "know a nigga" But they never knew me, why you gotta lie to kick it? Sippin' on the, never mind what's in a Nigga cup Just know this isn't cider nigga I just spent a bag on Robin jeans I'm in the Gucci store, my zippers clinkin', nigga Diamonds on me, water V V V V'S , S is in the sink, my nigga My life should be MTV, but them niggas hatin' on me Bet these police envy me when they want to pull me over Look I just pull up in the Benz I wanna fuck on her friends I'm finna fuck on yo Look Your bitch is all on my dick Told me to put in the tip You know I gave that bitch half, huh Full thing would kill a lil bitch, look Aus Songtexte Mania