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Drum Dummie CashMoneyAP DJ Swift on the track I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Smokin' dro 'cause I need it So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret 38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin' I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin' I don't think no nigga can't see me, I be paranoid while I'm leanin' Smokin' dro 'cause I need it So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' SongtexteI'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Whole lot of racks on these VV's I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam Got a whole lot of people that need me Bust your head all over the right thing I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans I just want head, can't fuck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch, I'ma walk in the 'yo in some Margielas And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick, I'ma finish him off with a four nickel I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time, this shit just don't feel right I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs, ridin' and keepin' that steel tight Every night 'fore I sleep, I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (Bitch) Pull up where you be and it's on sight I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Smokin' dro 'cause I need it So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' Aus Songtexte Mania