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He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he (A Lau on this bitch) Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah I'm in the corner, I'm watching you kiss him R-I-P to my loved ones, they know that I miss 'em I'll show you it's real love All the real niggas gon' feel ya', yeah Now I'm filing the plug, bitch, I got Mob Ties Now I'm in new Bentley coupe with the frog eyes How would you feel if I was your mans? Tryna backdoor, you won't be again I'm done taking L's, shit got better Used to sleep on the floor, none of this handed to me Just know I keep a stick if you ran up to me Thought you was my mans, nigga, they envy me I'm not the guy that you taking home I keep dancing on my own Me and my chopper, hey Me and my chopper, hey I cannot [?] Got a new firearm And I'm still wearing Saint Laurent Fuck that shit, I need to get a new weapon I don't really care about the Gucci collection Bitch, I was really in the block like Tetris SongtexteNow I got my bitch in designer dresses [?] got to watch how I move Take my pain away, you can keep it Shooter with dreads, I'ma call that nigga Takeoff Big drake on me, now he tooken' off Got shot in his shit, now he eat through a straw Got a big drake, I started from the bottom I never thought I had me a model Big .45, I'ma creep like a possum Amigo plug, no Americano He like "Why he got a gun and he wearing Red Bottoms?" Yo' nigga be potting like shit, so I watch him They hearing that shit, that nigga in trauma I'm rich, you broke, we not in the same column Nobody care but I did My chopper sing, chandelier I tried to call, he was dead He Young Thug, my shooter with dreads I'm in the corner, I'm watching you kiss him R-I-P to my loved ones, they know that I miss 'em I'll show you it's real love All the real niggas gon' feel ya', yeah Aus Songtexte Mania