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Tss So she ran up on me and she was like "Damn, I miss you" I had to tell the young lady "You can't miss what you still have See, can't nobody take your spot You don't miss me, you just missing' out" Ha-ha-ha Uh, I got you open off the words I spit They tired of the rest, they need some gangster shit Say I'm the best once the weed get lit Don't leave your girl around me cause she might get hit I rock Celine and all types of shit At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped Doing my thing like a titan These niggas' mouth hurt from all the biting Niggas soft, I ain't nothing like 'em, don't need 'em Say they my man but I don't believe 'em I'm getting tanned with a Puertorican Dropping new shit for my fans Rings on the fingers, we them champs Pull up to the party, high as fuck, I roll up in advance I already know you niggas fake, never trust you again Keep a lil' McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants 'Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land SongtexteG-A-N-G-S-T-A I gotta keep it gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A I gotta keep it gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A I gotta keep it gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A I gotta keep it gangsta It's Only Weed Bro Ha-ha-ha-ha! Relax It's only weed Aus Songtexte Mania