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Wop Niggas telling on they self on the internet I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC Niggas really telling on they self on the internet Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back You don't want that danger so be fucking cautious Jump up out the water, wet you like a dolphin Back to back blunts got me feeling nauseous Take a nigga life and bid it in auction Louis hold my jeans up, if they fall the racks was heavy Bout that chicken, make you noodle, no, it's not spaghetti Give a bitch a golden shower but I'm not R Kelly I told that bitch I'm [?] go, we ain't going steady All I see is freemans in my fucking future V12, faster than a fucking Puma Jean pockets fatter than a fucking tumour Folks don't laugh at me 'cause they ain't got no fucking humour Land shit out like lunar Ride with my hyenas, they'll get ya SongtexteI just put a whole fucking pint in the pitcher Kay Kay just drew her daddy a picture Niggas telling on they self on the internet I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC Niggas really telling on they self on the internet Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back Getting to the check, ain't no nigga check us Nobu as fuck, now a nigga blessed up Diamonds look like mustard, fuck niggas catch up Can't join the team, a lot our niggas got cut A lotta niggas swear they knew us, man, where they was? You was in the house, I was out selling drugs They wasn't with us, man, long live to the bucks King Cap, Fredoster and my cousin Blood So I gotta keep going, niggas doing too much showing Through the storm Fuck around, start touring But I been low Tryna stay lower 'cause Niggas telling on they self on the internet I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC Niggas really telling on they self on the internet Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at They don't want no smoke, no cash and no cigarettes We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back Aus Songtexte Mania