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Ayo, J6, turn that up Huh, that's my nigga J6, man (Dulio) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Bitch you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill This ain't a freestyle, let me tell you something Passin' the [?] after I bust it She said she was hungry, I'm Mr. McLovin [?] drugs [?] Taliban, taliban, you know that I'm bustin' SongtexteAngelic the adamant, know how we comin' I know she was lyin', she changin' the subject Gotta stay golden, nigga, never rustin' Feelin' real, Ray Lewis, you know I'ma rush it Gotta go better, I had to adjust it That lil' bitch want me dead, 'cause I'm finna bust it Go to the top, ain't no reversin' I can't fuck with these niggas, they opposite You worry 'bout hoes, I'm worried 'bout guap and shit Gotta reload, fuck around and pop some shit Drivin' the boat, fuck around and [?] and shit Hoes, they don't got no manners Just like a monkey, they play with bananas [?] on their body, I don't need to stand up Big ass Backwood, I feel like I'm sinnin' Shoutout bro Benji, he stay in Atlanta Bitch, I'm feelin' like A.I., bitch, I got the answers Exotic-ass hoes, she is a dancer Bring her to the crib, pull her pants down, pants her Pour that purple in that Fanta Don't pass me no Henney, [?] Man in the middle, I'm always on [?] Bitch, I feel like [?] when she try to kiss me Alexander McQueen, bitch, I feel like I'm [?] I don't run from the opps, I don't run like a rookie [?], showin' hundreds and fifties All of this music before it get icky Bitch you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill Bitch you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill Pasto Flocco, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania