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(Oh lord, Jetson made another one) Too much lean, now my stomach bloated I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it Saying you got racks but you can't show it Can't waste my time on hoes She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more Put some money on your head and have my niggas at your door Like Jehova's Witness Niggas turn to six, now I tell 'em, "Stop snitching" Off these Percocets, got a nigga itching Have my slimes sweep your block, nigga, we don't do no dissing Drop a dime bitch off, she sucked my dick, she trying to kiss it I feel like Thugger Thugger, I done ran up them digits My money tall as fuck, your shit's shorter than a midget These niggas act like groupies now 'cause I don't wanna kick it No, I'm not a capper, aim these sticks at your fitted Cut a bitch off, like a addict She text my phone, she mad 'cause I only read it Hit her one time then you know I dead it You know you ain't got no racks, bitch, and no credit Too much lean, now my stomach bloated SongtexteI ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it Saying you got racks but you can't show it Can't waste my time on hoes She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more Aus Songtexte Mania