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We bout to go to the strip club Throw the ones, bring the guns Let all the hoes have some fun My phone got too many methods Siri gave me wrong directions Fucked a white bitch, think I'm One Direction Life a movie, I don't gotta director Caught a body, shaved my leg Shaved my head, shaking my head My mans ran off, this shit's so crazy It was only 20 dollars and a nigga ain't pay me Give a zip back to my weed man cause it's shaky Freak bitch twerkin' in the club gon' shake it Police ask how much I makin' Played it like I'm deaf, I can't hear y'all No scale, I got this eyeball Shot a couple bullets, one hit him in his eyeball They was hoggin' for a minute now it's my ball Imma pass to my team like John Wall I ain't hearin' niggas like I'm talkin' to a brick wall So many blues on me nigga I could prolly crip walk I was in the gang, soon as the tip off That nigga was a lame, soon as he came out Go get my mixtape, soon as it come out Imma get some duct tape, cover up a nigga mouth Or a garbage bag, or a wet rag SongtexteWhich one should I use? I don't even know Got a new bank account, bout to drop 24 How you livin' with ya momma boy, and you 24 Get yourself together, you gotta do better Even when I get a bill nigga I won't even settle Built a gun out of old constructed metal Then that bitch jammed (Then that bitch jammed) I was like, "Damn!" (I was like "Damn!") People know I scam, but how can you be surprised She brung the wrong condom size She can see the look in my eyes That I'm mad as fuck I was like, "Damn, how you do that" I be swipin' it like, "Damn, how you do that" Shit, I don't know, it just came to me Call Telegram, you can do it yourself When I was fucked up in the hood They ain't come and check on me Now I got a check on me Just had sex with a grown woman But she ain't get no money She got card numbers Then she texted me and said they declined And I did it on purpose bitch it's your fault Then I drove off Aus Songtexte Mania