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Ayy man, the, the fuck you mean You ain't heard of no fuckin' Lentra, the God? Jason Rich on the beat, bitch And your girl's on my woody like a beaver Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way And I gotta do things, I might leave her I don't got time today, find a way through the pain I be ridin' down the street though in a Jeep And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth Bitch, I be in that coochie and that shit my happy place It put a smile on my face that none of you pussies can replace I'm with your girl in this case and I know you wanna hate But just wait, I'm doin' great, ain't do shit, you made my day I evade the police ridin' on a pony Angelina Jolie said she tryna bone me These phonies, they think I'm holy, they tryna chrome me I'ma keep the cheese, y'all can have the macaroni We make hits and I think they gonna last Seiko on my wrist, watchin' all this time pass Pullin' with your bitch and she say my dick gas Gave her a little chip, and she still wanted in my cash SongtexteAnd your girl's on my woody like a beaver Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way And I gotta do things, I might leave her I don't got time today, find a way through the pain I be ridin' down the street though in a Jeep And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth Find us on a yacht like some Noah ark shit My lady is a braniac, of 'course I bust quick Feeling hypothermic, so I bought a cold wrist Wherever I go, I shoot my shots and it's a swish, yuh Your girlfriend lookin' like a three outta ten I got a ten outta ten, I got my mind on my Ms I'm glad it finally makes sense, and now I'm doin' my dance Yeah, this life's hittin' different when your pad's full of bands, yeah Thought she was a diva, lil' diva Now she treat me like I'm Justin Bieber Wrist Aquafina, in the freezer Your bitch got the Baby Gravy fever And your girl's on my woody like a beaver Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way And I gotta do things, I might leave her I don't got time today, find a way through the pain I be ridin' down the street though in a Jeep And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth Aus Songtexte Mania