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Aight, aight (Look) Look Lamborghini not a rental‚ I'ma dip off Do a hundred out my driveway‚ pissed off Shawty kissin' on my tattoos‚ lip gloss Good top, almost tour my damn dip off- haha Good top, almost tour my damn dick off (My dot red‚ just like Clifford) Aight, I can do that (Look) Yeah, yeah (Akachi on the beat‚ lil' bitch) Lamborghini not a rental, I'ma dip off Do a hundred out my driveway, pissed off Shawty kissin' on my tattoos, lip gloss Good top, almost tour my damn dick off I said, "Why you so muh-fuckin' crazy, bitch?" You only like me because I'm rich You only like that my dick is big Want me to nut just to have my kids I can't give a bitch a ring like she [?] Ironic, I'd probably be [?] if I had a comic I'm buggin', your bitch I be tonguin' Them bands I be thumbin' Them numbers I'm runnin', hold up I only fuck cause she fat, huh I needed head from the back, uh SongtexteShootin' windows with my mac, uh Pro tools I have strapped I remember fightin' niggas super pissed off, uh Jump a nigga, just like criss-cross, uh Big dog, what you pissed for? Big metal, stick a nigga like a pitchfork Dippin' into the race, hoppin' out at your place Put that dick in your face, now go open the safe Beat his ass, like a [?] Get that bag, then I race Look, I can't let a nigga try to ever control me I'ma blow her back out then I suck on her toes, B [?] White bitch with that powder, like that cardio protein Look, I eat five star, uh, you three, two I get one band, like [?] It say Gucci on my sweater I need freak bitch, ain't nothin' better Cold, like my muh-fuckin' gang, look We be really grippin' on them thangs, look All my [?] Baby momma callin', let it ring Aight, sike, I'ma pick this shit up, hol' up, haha Hello? Yo, why the fuck you ain't been payin' no child support? You actin' all like, "YRS, Young Rich Squad," can't even pay no child support, broke ass nigga You ain't even, yo, honestly I'm fuckin' fed up with this shit, like Yo, I ain't even nut in you, bitch Look, uh, I ain't know I had a kid I fucked that bitch, then I left, look That bitch is, look, uh I slap the muh-fuckin' tits off her I fuck that bitch, then I dip off, look All of my niggas, we crazy, uh I swear, I'm a 90' baby Don't check the price, I just purchase, uh They wanna cross me, like churches, uh These niggas chicken, like Church's, uh Two straps on my belt, like a [?], uh These niggas be talkin' a lot, [?] Sea sick on my neck I rock, lookin' like a flash light We play with the lead a lot, I don't mean no graphite Look, she suck me, she have no lips, uh I heard that bitch has four kids, uh I cannot go find my dick I think I lost it in her ribs, uh That bitch is paraplegic, uh I give her meat, she a vegan, uh I told that bitch she gon' eat it, uh Even if it make her sea sick, uh She gon' throw up on me, I like it Niggas say they got white, I'm Michael Jackson's on me, though I [?] recycle I sip on codeine, don't chase it with Sprite though, uh Think I'm addicted to meth, uh Smell chemicals on my breath, uh [?] make it dead You need to go get your bread Uh, yeah, you know Joey's got them bands Feel like I'm fuckin' Metallica I fuck that bitch in the Acura It's like I'm never in the fuckin' Honda, uh Life is such a bitch and so is karma, uh Slappin' on these niggas I'm a motherfuckin' street fighter Uh, look, uh-uh, huh, Hadouken! Uh, I fuck that bitch and I'm shootin', uh Told her, "Hop in or you losin'" Perfect I really don't have a kid, by the way Aus Songtexte Mania