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Sosa baby, GBE baby That Boy Cass Suitcase with mac in it, bag with some racks in it Put the two-door up, now Im back in it Got your bitch back-bendin She gon put her back in it Engine in the back business Now I live by cactus's Running through the street, me and my woes Can’t do anything to stop me and my folks Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs Niggas know me in the streets Niggas know I pop heat Dont believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet Gettin miked in Miami, ridin on the jetskis They gon bleed for the sharks fore I let em catch me In this Fendi lookin like fool Shining yellow like jewels Pouring up that dirty tec Speeding made a fuckin mess Treat her more love her less [?] it game of fuckin catch SongtexteThese Balmains got a little stretch, pockets got a bunch of cash Im floatin like Aladdin, running it up like amen Hit the stores cashing, cause I like high fashion Just bought a new bag and it can fit a mac-10 You run out of time on this bomb we start blastin (Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks) Can't do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it) Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing Packs landing In Saks, racks spending I dont do no pan-handling Your man fanning, your girl staring Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion (Case, mac) Running through the street, me and my woes (Bag, racks) Can’t do anything to stop me and my folks (Two-door, now Im back in it) (Back in it) Got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out I live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs Count my money up front, I don't do no back handing Packs landing In Saks, racks spending I dont do no pan-handling Your man fanning, your girl staring Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion Aus Songtexte Mania