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Noah in his bag, bitch Ayy Smackin' on your bitch ass‚ she say my car go too fast The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast And we smokin' eggrolls‚ that lil' shit go out too fast He tried to run‚ he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast I'm walking around with thighpads‚ living like a grandad At your door when it's not Halloween, I'm off the gas and promethazine Foenem'll still shake shit like a tambourine Open your shit like a magazine With a magazine, you was left there with an empty magazine Wire with that strap shoot down a limousine Dolce sweats or Mike Amiri jeans Ayy‚ I'm in love with that money, can't nobody intervene Souped up truck fly past, Aberdeen Never tie her down if she wanna leave That bitch, she wanna hit, tryna hit was a breeze I'm living like a nigga finna die any minute Therefore my niggas on every car moving Just in case we gotta let it ride any minute And my kicks size forty-three, they all European I'm into black hoes, mixed, and Puerto Ricans I'm high as the top of the building SongtexteHit her, left her at the Hilton I ball, see me on the Wilson Matter fact, catch this ho filmin' Every VV on me shining Stop talking, you ain't sliding I don't drive it, I be flying You couldn't see it, you too behind Took your ho and fucked her mind Sent her off, ain't waste no time Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast I'm walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad At your door when it's not Halloween, I'm off the gas and promethazine Foenem'll still shake shit like a tambourine Open your shit like a magazine Ayy, I'm focused, dummy All for that money, you runnin' from it She want this dick but runnin' from it We got blicks, no running from it 5.56's coming from it I'm smoking on dubs Try me, your homie gon' be in my lungs We finna roll his ass up in a blunt, huh Oh well, your family sending farewell She said, "I heard of you, Huncho, you did my friend bogus" She knowin' me so well She know I ain't shit, don't change shit At the end of the day, I'm gon' live She on my dick tryna see for herself Her nigga want smoke, better slide by hisself, ayy Smackin' on your bitch ass, she say my car go too fast The auto got extensions because it spit out too fast And we smokin' eggrolls, that lil' shit go out too fast He tried to run, he just fell on his shit, them hollows coming too fast That bitch stay playin' 'bout lettin' you hit, I just took her down so fast I'm walking around with thighpads, living like a grandad At your door when it's not Halloween, I'm off the gas and promethazine Foenem'll still shake shit like a tambourine Open your shit like a magazine Aus Songtexte Mania