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I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move‚ ayy Young K still posted in the A like a braid No chain‚ ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang Hangin' on your speaker‚ bangin' on your speaker, baby (Ayy) Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (Ayy‚ ayy) Young Nolan, PlayStation, controllin' (Ayy‚ ayy) Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over (Ayy) Roll over your soldier, no coaster I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover No closure, never reply to full orders My nigga so sculpture, such a short quota (Ayy, ayy) Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (Ayy, ayy) Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (Ayy, ayy) All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh (Ayy) There is no love in the ghetto Money, money, we are just getting get go There is no love in the ghetto Money, money, we are just getting get go Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh How you do that boy, devil I'm bamboozled, yeah Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh Give us space, we gon' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh SongtexteShe bust back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon Cirque du Soleil okay (Yeah), roly (Woah) Poly, slide that (Uh), pole, yeah, (Hm) low blow (Ooh) Now sing like a dodo (No), eyes get frost, they snow globe (Ayy) Stuck inside the corridor (Ayy), make me go so loco (Ayy) Major League, I'm Sheen (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh) She got strings all up the necklace like a violin (Ah) Upgrade that chada-ching, when that venom sting (Hey) I sound better than a motherfuckin' champion, man Run up a check, run up a check (Ayy, ahh) Until I miss, until I miss (Ayy, ahh) And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quittin', they wait 'til it drip (Wait 'til it drip, ayy, ahh) Don't get on my list (Ayy, ahh) I'm front of your bitch (Ayy, ahh) You sayin' you bad but I watch how you work, then I can't be convinced (Ayy, ahh) Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic Money has never made a nigga, we holdin' all our money in the mattress Fire right back like a savage, chase away all of your pallet No I ain't for burying the hatchet, take a quicker pick up like the bandits And it's madness Uh You got big boy money like you ready for war You be talkin' like you really gon' run that dough You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose That's that ice cream, sugar, that cocaine throat And this shit gon' bounce like my shit off your dome And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on Fourth But this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? (Whoa!) See how full it is, homie See how real it is Hell no Murder man, murder man Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly Murder man, murder man Someone better– Murder man, murder man Someone better– Murder man, man Someone hold me b–, b–, shit gets ug– Murder man, murder man Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly Aus Songtexte Mania