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Man Ayy, that lil' shit you flashin', I just poured in a fluid Five hundred, that's your rent, we put that shit in a 'Wood Ain't shit change, nigga, we just got some fame in the hood I'm still the same nigga, I just brought the plug to the hood They say ain't no straps allowed, I'm still Jim Carrey-ing We got more fuckin' routes than that bitch Harriet I be talkin' when we fuckin', yeah, I need merited Yeah it's F-A-B-P-H-B, fuck a bitch, pay her bills Would I choose the lean over her? Shit, hell yeah Will I put the bag down for her? Shit, I wouldn't dare I clutch the pole 'cause I seen an opp in my rear All this shit we did in two years, we really spent a mil' We got the turn-around on dog and we got a deal And we got the turn-around on oranges when I'm in the 'Ville Lil' cuz hit the road just to sip a seal My sister said can she ship some shit? I said, "You might as well" I would give you some game, but you tight as hell I can't show her anything 'cause she might just tell Man, with this Glock 19 I feel like Raja Bell These niggas ain't built to last, man, these niggas frail I can't even lie, yeah, it's goin' swell This one route I got, heavy clientele SongtexteIt's like I ain't smoking weed, I can't take an L Yeah, it's time to OD, bring a Wocky seal This fast shooter that I got, I call him Terry Mills Catch your ass on Warren and Bonners at the Forman Mills It might be a holiday, my hitter throwin' deals A light fifteen hundred'll get a nigga killed Yeah, he construction work, yeah, he good with drills Three-hundred sixty-five days just to get a mil' My baby turn around and turn around, he dizzy now I told him slow down on the road, he up fifty now Martin Lawrence off of Life, he gon' get the pie Then get that bitch in the kitchen, he gon' whip it now We got that 1738, that Fetty Wap Off that one trap, made like fifty thousand, sixty thousand Swear to God I hate a bitch that be always hounding Get that bag goin' real fast and buy your bitch designer Pull up and stunt on your block and play you like a coward My old heads, they still rich, they turn it up off powder Aus Songtexte Mania