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Oh, oh Da-da, oh Who see me? Hmm Oh, oh Hmm Hmm, la-la, la-la Uh, da-da Bitch I did this by myself Nobody was checkin' on me like last year Made it out, it's a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullshit Bitch told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp bitch on the floor beggin' for wedding rings And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake Bitch you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Yeah) Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad) So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab Bitch I'm really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty, he shootin' well (Boom) SongtexteHow you claimin' you a huncho, in real life you by yourself? 'Cause if I kill you, ain't nobody gon' give a fuck about your death You really pussy, actin' like you gangster, lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh) I swear to God I might go off a nigga, catch 'em woppin', nigga (Oh, oh) Run in the bank, I gotta package, twenty thousand dollars, nigga (Oh, oh) I just wanna know why, they keep talkin' on a nigga? (Oh, oh) Grab your bitch then make her fly, show her who a boss nigga Real rap, my ex ain't really love a nigga, hmm I'm traumatized from all this love, my nigga Soon as I go turn my back, they throwin' subs, my nigga That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my nigga Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother We throw big colors Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle Shout out Bando, he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop, my brodie swervin' off (Yeah) Heard she really fuckin' with a broke nigga, she hurtin' now (Fuck 'em) You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy) Yeah you got me bad, in my bag, got a purpose now Got a lot to say, I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a fuck (Nah) Gangsters move in silence, he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard Like bitch, I'm really workin' now Bitch I did this by myself (Oh) Nobody was checkin' on me like last year Made it out, it's a problem, now these bitches claimin' they helped (Yeah) You should tell me "I'm sorry", for callin' me with all that bullshit Bitch told me "I ain't bout it", we be violatin' that full clip Told her "That's on everything, yeah", got my opp bitch on the floor beggin' for wedding rings And these niggas hatin' on me, they all pussy, you know they all fake (All fake) Bitch you don't know me, bang it out on broad day (Broad) Tell a bitch I want my guap, you know we keep them guns heavy Cummin' all up in her face, bitch what you call that cumfetti I ain't runnin' from nobody, we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah) Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30) All these niggas 'round me strapped, that be the reason why he mad (Mad) So addicted to this smoke, my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah) Bitch I'm really from the A, no none of these niggas know me that well (Know me that well) Ended up robbin' my father, for his coke I want that cash well (I want that cash, brodie) [Outro] That's on everything, yeah Beggin' for wedding rings They all pussy, you know they all fake Yes I'm too lit, brother Who see me? See me on the TV Showin' all my VVS [?] Aus Songtexte Mania