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You Tripi, baby Better off dead, nigga Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga bein' real kind Spendin' my money and time, let's get lost in Ace like wine I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah We could be cool, but my instance feel you, my fault Got a better chance walkin' in with a blindfold Young nigga just too hardheaded, don't do shit I'm told Why the fuck you so uptight, bitch? Can't even take a joke Gon' have to get it at [?] And the coupe, let's take a stroll Let's talk about your goals Baby, just play your part Baby, just play your role Sneakin' in a show, and conceal my pole Run up, get that roll Ain't no mercy, I don't troll Got old money, got old bread, yeah, that shit like mold Know I'm 'bout my roll SongtexteStars in the roof in the Rolls That's just how I roll, that's just how I roll Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga bein' real kind Spendin' my money and time, let's get lost in Ace like wine I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah That's my lil' shawty, that's my doll, I could bang with her [?] get cash mail, none of you niggas can interfere Bitches call me [?] but in they belly, know I'm sincere Chandelier all in my ears, boy, I can't even hear Same nigga baggin' all these hoes, call me John Deer Two Becky's, I'm with two Bonnie's, hop out Brittney Spears Hella zooted, I be dummy booted, I can't even steer How I'm seein' double off the shits, at least my vision clear I'ma double the money up then I'ma flip it Ain't pick up the phone so she think I'm with bitches Say you gotta live for me, go 'head and pitch in Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, cool, I'ma Bic' it Boys in the hood, most these niggas like Ricky I keep that Glizzy, that Glizzy, that Glizzy He look lit on the grind but shows only quick 'Cause these niggas be cappin', can't even sell tickets Baby, you on my mind, got me goin' in blind Real hard to get in contact with, gotta stay on that grind I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Out of my league, too fine, got a nigga bein' real kind Spendin' my money and time, let's get lost in Ace like wine I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout you all day, yeah, yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania