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Aight, let me talk real quick These new niggas is gettin' on my nerves, on god Yo', how many Louboutins have I bought before these niggas got a car? Shit, I might have to give these niggas rides You niggas might need a taxi He's textin' me on the backstreet I ran it up like a track meet Niggas stole that flow from me Now I'm just takin' back seat They said I wasn't shit and that's facts cause If I wasn't a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn't be here in my back seat, yeah Big ass clip, I might shoot at your face Big ass dick, I might nut on her braces That bitch 20, 21, uh, I meant that She said she freaky, wanna fuck, okay bet Heart attack, broke her face, broke her neck She said she loved it, called a case, that was wack Yous a liar, bitch, you said you wan' get choked I just wanna fuck, I really just want throat Uhhh, I hate when freaky bitches lie and say they liked to get choked and then when you go crazy they just don't know how to act Bitch it's Kloud God, I'm not Zeus I might buy more shoes I might, I might shoot Songtexte10 bands on my [?] All gold zipper on the Balmains fit All gold rollies [?] [?], my nigga Just 16 with a Glock, my nigga Huh, I think I just raised the bar, uh You niggas drunk, like a bar, uh I think I'm high in the stars, uh Haha, uh, or that's just the Wraith Henny with no chase I might sip some water, lowkey Yeah, gimme the pack and I might tax that She gotta fatty, I might tap that Gimme your addy, we pullin' up to your pad And then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh I ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it She suck my dick, then I bail on her I got a pack in the box that says mail on it Open it up and then sell it all I'm from the street, man, I feel like Sesame All of these bitches still be tryna have sex with me Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe, remember me Y'all niggas been sleeping and now you texting me Swish Fuckin' swish, nigga Recycled, and cut! Aus Songtexte Mania