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Baby Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh shit How do you belong? See, fuck, nigga I don't want your main She ain't got it like that But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back) It ain't even gotta be like that I beat the pussy like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat) Then laughed at it, just like that I'm three stacks, she [?] And now, that don't matter And now she wanna run this shit right back Baby boy, that shit Tougher than a two dollar steak And my estate got a farm, I'm Jake Insurance, great, from the same, playin' hardball Gotta know it all, bitch, just like Nardwuar Fuck them niggas on fence, put up barbed wire I don't need new friends, just house blunts, that's real housewives Tryna come 'round and get every time, soon as I slide They like, "Woo, shit," that's my ho I'm like, "Woah," Mike Jones SongtexteAnd I'm way, way too gone in LA Smokin' strong, wanna lay with the mobile Can't pay, a T-Mobile, no way No way (Were sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service) Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo" No way, lay No way, no way I don't want your main She ain't got it like that But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back) It ain't even gotta be like that I beat the pussy like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat) Then laughed at it, just like that I'm three stacks, she [?] And now, that don't matter Yeah, I hung up and then she call right back Like, "I, uh, ooh," okay, yeah And I'm on that caller 'cause I took out the T Been in the hood like that boy Jody Breeze I mashed his button and I'm Boba fest I got cameras in here, finna pose a threat I got ho from back here out the Bouldercrest I been snappin', I'm leanin' my shoulder next Finna go to my bunker and pick up a strap, nigga Nigga, check on my dog, I'm for sure of it Got the brr, with a [?] Got the brr, that shit heard 'bout that When I hit, I go birdie, been goin' some thirty When me and Smi link, call it Shawty and Dirty Money printer (Money printer), caught a splinter (Caught a splinter) Faux Cartier (Faux Cartier), wood in 'em (Wood in 'em) Got platinum around my rim She like, "Ooh, goddamn, that him" They like, "Woo, shit," that's my ho I'm like, "Woah," Mike Jones And I'm way, way too gone in LA Smokin' strong, wanna lay with the mobile Can't pay, a T-Mobile, no way No way (Were sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service) Nigga like, "Woo," like, "Woo" No way, lay No way, no way Six above zero Six above zero on live, we on live with Mary J. Fried And we got caller number five, what you got? You got five on it? Smino is always rappin', and I'm not tryna hear any of that rap shit I'm not really feelin' it, I wanna hear some more R-and-B I wanna hear him sing, like, I'm just not with all this rappin' Aus Songtexte Mania