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I've been through a lot boy Punk star I've been through a lot boy I ain't gonna stop boy Ouu Bi-Bighead on the beat I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah Always runnin' from the cops boy Damn Call it rap, call it pop, boy (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) Call it what you want, boy (Call it what you want, boy) We call you a opp, boy (We call you a opp, boy) Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? Call it rap, call it pop, boy (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) Call it what you want, boy (Call it what you want, boy) We call you a opp, boy (We call you a opp, boy) Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi) Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets) Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me) Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her) You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah) Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?) I just want some money for my mother (Damn) This ain't no competition (Nah) Please listen (Yeah) SongtexteHold up, listen to me, right? I was really in the kitchen, yeah But I sing about bitches, yeah 'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas) They are not like you at all And I can tell it, yeah, I can smell it I can see it in your eyes, boy, yeah That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah) Yeah, yeah, damn Call it rap, call it pop, boy (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) Call it what you want, boy (Call it what you want, boy) We call you a opp, boy (We call you a opp, boy) Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?) Call it rap, call it pop, boy (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) Call it what you want, boy (Call it what you want, boy) We call you a opp, boy (We call you a opp, boy) Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi) You ain't on the block, boy Yeah, you got a Glock, boy You hot, boy? That ain't smart boy get your ass locked boy And for what? You're diggin' ya own grave You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania