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Kid Buu a demon Yeah, yeah Oohdem Beatz You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah Heard you ain't gettin' no racks, heard you've been chillin' with rats, yeah I keep my racks in the bank, all of my niggas yell "Slatt!" I got a strap, it's a MAC, I hit that ho' before I go to the bank I hit that ho' thenI don't call her back She said she need percs cause I'm hurtin' her back That pussy wet but that pussy don't stink I got the water, like sink Fuck what a fuck nigga think I'm everything that a fuck nigga ain't Kid Buu a demon but my bitch a saint The Saint Laurent, it go good with the Mink I'm poppin' on percs and smokin' on dank I'm off a bean and I'm sippin' on drank SongtexteI'm off a seal, I ain't talkin' 'bout state We cleaned you, I ain't talkin' 'bout slate We got the cake, I ain't talkin' 'bout baked Countin' big racks and they only blue face Still with Gorillas, not talkin' 'bout Bape I got the strap, like a lesbian babe I got that smoke, that boy don't want no vape Can't save a ho', I don't own me a cape You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania