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Yeah, yeah, I'm for real, nah, for real Yeah, nah, for real, yeah, yeah Crazy man Yeah, yeah, yeah That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah Shawty on go? (Mm, yeah), shit, I'm on go, too, yeah That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah That's your ho? (Yeah), that's my ho, too, yeah (Yeah, uh) Nah, for real, crazy man She ain't skippin' no meals, crazy man Got talk to my bitch any kind of way 'less you pay them bills, crazy man Her shit all real, crazy man I'ma need me a feel, crazy man Might get her new heels, crazy man Fuck that, new wheels, crazy man Girl, I swear I got crazy fans Bitch, I rap, got crazy bands Nobody 'round me lazy, man SwaVay can't do it 'less you pay me, man When she get off, I'ma give her that, yeah Dick so good, she remember that, yeah But I can't trust this bitch, for real I know I ain't the only one hittin' that, yeah Songtexte That's your ho? (That's your ho?) That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too) Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?) Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too) That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man) That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too) That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man) That's my ho, too, yeah That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?) For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too) Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah) She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man) You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man) I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits) You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?) 'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do) Not my type, not my type I'ma go drip in her diamonds like Saweetie I took her to Elliott Diamonds on Meechie Them diamonds, they dancin' She know I'm Chris Breezy I'm havin' this young money, feelin' like Weezy I cannot fuck with lil' shawty, she sneaky She know that I'm pretty, she callin' me dreamy I turn off the lights in this bitch and get freaky, yeah Shawty gon' throw it, yeah, yeah I'ma have it filmed, slow motion, yeah She don't even know it I make the same money, motherfucker, Terrell Owens Yeah, that's more than bonus I'm rappin', she partin' her legs, I'm Moses, yeah This ain't Rick Owens I flew to New York just to cop me the MoMA's That's your ho? (That's your ho?) That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too) Shawty on go? Yeah, yeah (Shawty on go?) Shit, I'm on go, too, yeah (Shit, I'm on go, too) That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (Crazy man) That's my ho, too, yeah (That's my ho, too) That's your ho? Yeah, yeah (That's your ho? Crazy, man) That's my ho, too, yeah That's your bitch? (That's your bitch?) For real? That's my bitch, too (That's my bitch, too) Yeah, she throw that shit back (She throw that shit back, yeah) She suck on that dick, too (Wait, huh, crazy man) You made you a hit? (Yeah, crazy man) I made me some hits too (Yeah, made me some hits) You runnin' your mouth? (You runnin' your mouth?) 'Cause that's what a bitch do (That's what a bitch do) But any nigga know, in the studio, I wasn't no rapper I was a trapper, sir, God made me do this, it just start comin' out I start, just, bleedin' slavery, like, "Phugh" Aus Songtexte Mania