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Band Yo, Manny Let the band play Yeah, guess what I did today? (What?) I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah (Bling) I'm dripping, leaving stains (Drip) Designered down with some Michael J's, yeah Baguettes on me, man (Yeah) This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I got aim (I got) How the fuck you think I got my name? (Glock) I rap and my chopper sing I bust rhymes and I bust brains You're not my kind, we not the same Niggas lame, that's on gang Too much water, boy, I can't be drained Yeah, I be going ape, no, I can't be tamed Yeah, hop up in a big body, take both lanes (Big body) My nickname key 'cause I'm pure as cocaine (I'm pure) Yeah, dope, dope (Yeah) Bitch, they treat me like the Pope, uh (Yeah) Bitch, I do what I'm supposed, uh (Bitch) And I'm supposed to get more, yeah (Some more) I'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to) SongtexteI'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to) I'm just supposed to got more (I'm supposed to) And more (More), and more (More), and more (Yeah), dope (Dope) Yeah, yeah, bitch, I don't play fair Play with me, I dare, yeah You're better off gettin' the chair, uh They like, "Glock, you somethin' else," nah (Glizzock) Nah, bitch, I'm the best, yeah (Best) I keep my opps upset, yeah (Bet) I'm a walking threat, uh (Yeah) With a check, yeah They like, "What's next?" Bitch, this not your average necklace Baguettes on my chest, this shit cost about ten Lexus Nigga, no cap, you can probably ask Alexa Yeah, lil' nigga with them big figures, he so extra Uh, Cartier frames on my face just like Dexter Catch me in the lab every day, get my craft up I remember them days makin' plays off my Samsung (Remember that?) Now I'm making plays, making plays in a mansion (Woo) Yeah, money talk, nigga, I didn't bite my damn tongue (Nah) Smoking on the best, yes, lil' nigga with vet lungs I got them racks and some, ballin' hard, and one Killin' shit, red rum, yeah, yeah Yeah, guess what I did today? (What?) I called up my jeweler and ordered a chain, yeah (Bling) I'm dripping, leaving stains (Drip) Designered down with some Michael J's, yeah Baguettes on me, man (Yeah) This shit drip like a bucket of rain, uh (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I got aim (I got) How the fuck you think I got my name? (Glock) Aus Songtexte Mania