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Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, hit the sidewalk She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault I really thought you was my mans but none of these niggas surprising me All of the sticks like Afghan You got the right one if you slide on me I'm really certified in the streets Money all in my eyes when we meet I take your mans, they gon' be a fiend Murder on my mind, hanging out the jeep All I wanted was someone, I wanted someone that can vibe with me Thought you were the one but you lied to me, uh-huh Three bands for a new Fendi coat We had plans but that shit hit the torch I got a chopper, it came with a scope I'm not your father, can't tell you what to do Gucci, Chanel, bought all the designer Heart cold, but I cannot find her Big .40 look like I'm in a mafia Where you at Swerve, can you pull out the chopper? Don't make it seem like I did you wrong When it was you all along Everybody true colors were showing The fame changed, what the fuck going on? SongtexteWhat the fuck going on? Connected the dots with the bones, yeah That's what you saying but you do not want me Twelve blitz, I got to watch for the onion What about that time, that long summer? I was toting that iron, that Glock on me Now I'm cooling in a yacht got a bad bitch on me Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, hit the sidewalk She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault So you [?] die for, so you [?] die for Nigga I'm believing in none of this shit Talking 'bout all the pain in your eyes The pain in my heart is the pain that I hide I don't fuck with these niggas, they lame-ass guys I miss you, no cap, free the back end child I'm off the drugs 'cause I'm feeling wild Rob him for zips, that's not my style But, taking your bitch, that's my style Money [?] they saying that it's real, huh Big four-oh, I was taking them pills She gave me top, she need a new skill Cartoons, I don't fuck with the Vicodins Bad bitch, niggas know they not striking it Feeling like Thor, I pull out the lightning She throw it back, you know that I'm liking it You ain't be controlling shit, you not a Fire Stick Kill for a post, 'cause niggas were [?] it Kick the door, they like "Who brought a rifle in?" Bitch on the floor, you know that she trifling Christian Dior, you know I got fashion Spilled Wockt' on my Saint Lauren glasses Big Glock, I'ma up it in traffic Big chop, nigga, who is you baggin'? Fuck these niggas, they gon' switch on you when the time comes She said that she never had a real nigga, bitch, hit the sidewalk She said she wanna be with me to pass these bygones I swear, I wanna be with you baby, but it's my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault But it wasn't my fault, but it wasn't my fault So you [?] die for, so you [?] die for Aus Songtexte Mania