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Travie, where the drums at? Uh, put your titties on the glass, bitch She got a pussy printed like a Memphis She said she don't suck dick 'cause she a Catholic But she can't get her cat licked and that's just tragic Oh and if her man trip, that be his last trip He could get the AK or get his ass kicked Put him in the body cast or a casket Dogs barking like Travis on some Brad Pitt's solaces Clappin' asses, laps, and dances Coke white as Marilyn Manson, American Anthem I'm handsome with finances with all the answers Gettin' brain like I scans it, brain damage You a drunk bitch with a big butt I'm a rich nigga with a big gun Turn around, I'ma watch you like a sitcom I'ma smash, I'ma smash like a fist bump Full gun clip, full gun clip Give me brain, give me brain, no dumb shit Full gun clip, full gun clip Give me brain, give me brain, no dumb shit (Maybach Music) I hit the booty club and treat it like a holiday SongtexteWe takin' all the parking spaces they can tolerate Clean coupes, street money, dirty sedans Dirty bitches in the crib and that's word to my man [?] Gucci slippers, look at her sippin' on a cocktail Funny money, I should call it, that's how the bitches giggle All up on me like Armani, I split it down the middle Can't be talking, cash shit writing bad checks Paying in advance, damn, put you in the past tense Yellow Lamborghini, miss me with that red shit Versace underwear, hundred million I'm after You a drunk bitch with a big butt You like a long clip in a big gun Turn around, I'ma watch you like a sitcom I'ma smash, I'ma smash like a fist bump Shotgun lips, shotgun lips To the head, give me brain, no dumb shit Ooh, shotgun lips Double barrel pump lips To the head, give me brain, no dumb shit Ooh Aus Songtexte Mania