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Quit flexin' all that money, that's that five inch a lay Countin' all that tax money, makin' minimum wage Your dad think he sick, I tell him take a look at this I got thirty in this bitch, I let thirty out this rip Tell all your friends, let's make amends, let's get closer Black new color color Benz, it look toasted Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I'm coastin' (Skrrt) Sittin' on thirties, hittin' forty, bitch, I'm rollin' Forty on the dash, I stay prayin' for these suckers I never been a fuck nigga, that's why I ain't fuck with you What, nigga? I'll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle (What, nigga? I'll knuckle up and do my thug thizzle) Round of applause, I just met a broad, she's a pilot Don't tell me that you love me if you don't really love me Baby, I notice that's the way you feel When you wanna talk to me, speak proper Know I'm not your man, but I can be your partner You dishonest, you disloyal Tell me why would I fuck with you? If I know I fuck with you, I'm stuck with you And I can't wait to see you And I, I, and I It's the truth, wouldn't wanna lie to you You ain't the one for me I ain't the one for you Say all you gotta do, baby SongtexteYou don't need no crew, baby We can have a few, baby Slide-'lide-'lide-'lide-'lide She don't wanna fuck with you, pickle dick, you the middleman She just caught me walkin', flick my wrist, I think I caught her eye Aus Songtexte Mania