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Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link I got the sauce, bitch, I'm the boss Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech Cleaning lady just emptied the trash Condom wrappers, Versace receipts All of my niggas is ready to shoot They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me False alarm, just got her period And she wasn't serious, what a relief Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap I'm built for this shit, man, I got the physique Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link I'm in my section, I look a king She lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat She do not know, she 'bout to get curved I met her before, she ain't wanna speak I had a three, with two of your fans SongtexteCan't say no names, I kept it discreet Wake up, pray, get money, repeat Wake up, pray, get money, repeat I asked God for someone like me He said, "I can't, I made you unique" She came to my house, sat on the couch Indian style, she know I'm the chief I got cameras all over the crib Come to my spot, gotta sign a release If she in my DM, I know she a freak You 'bout to be fuckin' with somebody niece Took off her clothes, sat on the bed, still smell her body spray all on my sheets Crazy shit is I ain't even hit it, I know she was with it, but I fell asleep Don't got the heart to tell her to go, I just act like I got somewhere to be Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link I got the sauce, bitch, I'm the boss Talkin' to me like talkin' to Meech Cleaning lady just emptied the trash Condom wrappers, Versace receipts All of my niggas is ready to shoot They clappin' they hands and settin' they feet Two cellphones and I'm harder to reach Don't wanna vibe, don't wanna link She said that she late, she think I'm the daddy I'm actin' like Shaggy, 'cause it wasn't me False alarm, just got her period She wasn't serious, what a relief Niggas be talkin', but, talkin' is cheap I'm built for this shit, man, I got the physique Aus Songtexte Mania