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Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga It's rest in piece, bro, why they buried my niggas I made this myself, ain't inherit shit, nigga Of course they don’t want me to win, I'm too big though My boots really made from Margiela (Designer) I might take your girl and then fuck it forget her (Designer) I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked I'm the man, fuck it keep rubber bands up She ain't wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr) Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I'm just stylin' New Hennessy, I imported it Sorry to see all these pussies, unfortunate You need a plug, then just send your coordinates Look, I do not fuck with subordinates I heard that you was a bitch nigga-, wait I cannot fuck with no bitch niggas (Haha) I done came up and got rich nigga-, wait I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga It’s rest in piece, bro, why they buried my niggas I made this myself, ain't inherit shit, nigga SongtexteOf course they don’t want me to win, I'm too big though Yeah, I'm too lit though Gotta keep a Smith & Wess', uh-uh-uh Always keep a stick like I fence, uh-uh-uh Crazy livin’ in the wild west, uh-uh-uh Pull up on your shorty, make a mess, uh-uh, look I hop out a Rari, embarrass you niggas (Nyewm) I love all the money, might marry it , Wait Got the world on my back, I be carrying niggas, I'm- (Bitch) I've been on my high horse Fuck your resource, you ain't heard about me Black Air Force on, niggas doubt me But I came through stuntin', like "Howdy, bitch!" Nigga turned broke to rich Ain't talkin' Nintendo Switch, I smash these bitches You know I'ma thrash these bitches And then I'm gon' pass these bitches I'm talkin' 'bout, yeah Sick I need a motherfuckin' doctor (Sick and need a motherfuckin' doctor) Always keep a pistol or a chopper (Always keep a pistol or a chopper) I came on the horse, a helicopter I'm John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga It's rest in piece , bro, why they bury my niggas (Bitch, bitch) I made this myself, ain't't inherit shit, nigga Of course they don't want me to win, I'm too big though My boots really made from Margiela (Designer) I might take your girl and then fuckin' forget her (Designer) I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked (Yeah) I'm the man, fuck it keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) She ain't wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr) Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I'm just stylin' Wicked Qild west, nigga Don't flex, nigga You could get death, nigga (Flex) Might fuck around and break a nigga neck, nigga (Bitch) Never went to class but I bet I'm finna test niggas Who's next, nigga? In the Tesla, uh, with the pistol, uh And the pissed off uh Drop your bitch off, uh, pick a pound up No round up, get your cows up That's the white nigga, like milk, bitch That's real shit, hat tilted On bronem, on foenem (On who?) On horses, got four of them Or a V12, drink a V8 Smoke top shelf, gotta wait-wait (Nyewm) That's too much, ain't get that (Haha) These niggas lame, these niggas wack I'm John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga It's recipes, bro, why they bury my niggas (Bitch, bitch) I made this myself, ain't inherit shit, nigga Of course they don't want me to win, I'm too big though My boots really made from Margiela (Designer) I might take your girl and then fuck it forget her (Designer) I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked (Yeah) I'm the man, fuckin' keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) She ain't wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr) Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I'm just stylin' Aus Songtexte Mania