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Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mothafuckin’ late Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mothafuckin’ face This ain't me, this is God, this is mothafuckin' fate All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mothafuckin' face Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate I been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool and a safe Run this whole fuckin' city on my mothafuckin' pace Run this whole fuckin’ city on my — I don’t wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo) Don't know what she did with [Charles?], she came here and took it off Ain’t no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off Taking pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happenin’ all the time Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find Drop down to the pole, then I tell her, "Nevermind," Might be bad, but she ain't be good, and I know these hoes be lyin' Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they never mind Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt Aus Songtexte Mania