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Yo, you niggas still can't sit with us, stupid I did the Louboutin’s, these is Gucci now, you heard? Young Rich Squad man you boys can't even sit with us Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff Ridin' through the street in my whip, it’s a spaceship, uh I be in the booth, like a day shift, uh Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch, uh Dive off the stage, I'ma break shit [what?] You be mad, I'll be high as fuck Man you haters sound annoying, like you Donald Duck If you thinkin' I won't blow up, then you out of luck I like to use the baby draco, got a lot of buck And I can't never be a vegan, boy, I love cheese Probably thought I'm a custodian, I touch keys I just bought a rollie for my wrist, I call that time freeze I don’t wanna hear you move your lips, bitch, do not squeak She gon’ fuck me at her crib, tell her man off Keep a fifty round drum, Zach Randolph Niggas really tweaking with that nine, no bath salts Shoot her with the scope, finna aim, take yo' ass off I don’t know what's broke, bitch, I work hard And I used to rock soap and sip wockhardt SongtextePolice try to say they saw it on us, bitch, that's not ours My niggas bang with the blue, like a cop car Smoke dope, loud pack, that's Jamaican Bag it up in fives, I ain’t never had no patience 12th and imperial was at the trolly station I used to smoke dope out that crib that was vacant Niggas tweakin' on you in some motherfuckin' Sb's I don't wanna fuck you, baby girl, I want yo' bestie I be puttin' green in my pocket so they healthy I always be right, but I'm shootin' like a lefty, bitch Nigga why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?) Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag) Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?) Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag) Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?) Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, hoe) Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?) Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, bitch) Nigga, why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad, hoe?) Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe) Why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad? Why they mad?) Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe) Why you mad? I get bread now Put in work so my pockets lookin' fed now Young Rich Squad, these my brothers, ain't no friends now Get another check through the mail, like a pen pal Ridin' through the street in my whip, it's a spaceship I be in the booth 9 to 5, issa day shift Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch Dive off the stage with the mic, I'ma break shit Dummy, stupid, stupid Aus Songtexte Mania