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Akachi in this mother fucker Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin' Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin' Champ up in the room, see the bodies droppin' I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin' Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green Check the navigator, it's a touch screen You could watch the movies in the back seats In the back streets, runnin' like an athlete I'ma pass y'all 'cause I'm goin' fast though Maybe you just act slow, I know I'm an asshole Anyways, my diamonds flash because they VVS's All these bitches wanna cuff us, but they can't arrest us They don't want a Puerto Rican drivin' 'round in Teslas Beat it up, like wrestlers, I could get yo' girl to sex us Put her legs in pretzels, write too much I'm breaking pencils This Some different level, won't sell my soul to the devil But the car I drive it lookin' something like a demon Got your shorty in the back seat, lookin' like she screamin' Like I said, I get to shopping boy, we hittin' Neiman's Only reason I love money, I don't got a reason Niggas think I'm sneezin', I be blessed like every season Hittin' licks for niggas weed, I think I call it (tree)ason I'ma start a legion, big ol' Cannon like I'm $teven SongtexteAin't no gettin' even, shoot yo' block and then we leavin' Yeah, poppin' pills like it's Mike and Ike Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight? Yeah, pull up with the (Pshh) like I'm fuckin' Mike Hit you in the light, you gon' lose your sight You gon' loose a life if a nigga playin' with us I came with them hitters and them hitters sprayin' with us They prayin' for us, that's blasphemy Shooters blast for me, please don't anger me on Bitch I'm-, I'm incredible Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga I'm not lazy, nigga, I get bread, can't phase a nigga Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain't change, my nigga Smokin'-, smokin' on this yellow haze, my nigga Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga Damn, I made it, nigga (Tell my momma) Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it, nigga Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin' Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin' CHAMP up in the room, see the bodies droppin' I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin' Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green Check the navigator, it's a touch screen You could watch the movies in the back seats In the back streets, run like an athlete Aus Songtexte Mania