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This that shit that make you do that blicky dance Got me gripping on my pants they so heavy from these bands, yo' Clap it for me if you really wanna dance Tell yo' shorty raise her hands Know we all about them bands, yo' She gon' twerk it while she do a hand stands Bust my chopper like a fan, we be strumming like a banjo Clap it for me if you really tryna buck Got some bitches wanna fuck So let's keep the toolie tucked yo Spanish Harlem nigga smoking on some runtz Smoke that big double Dutch Grab some philies when it's tough, yo' Niggas always wanna run a nigga fade Save the beefy shit for lunch Keep the blicky case he punch, yo' Like, ew I'm already rich but I need billions, ew No I'm not a regular civilian, ew Member we was in them project buildings, ew Bust a bottle down with some Brazilians, ew Then I took yo shorty down to Neimans Marcus I heard you was a narc boy you scheming Fiending niggas mad the Rollie diamonds gleaning But stop it you know I been that topic SongtexteWe steaming Hot boy, I think I'm hot, boy, I'm on the block, boy 11: 34 and I'm still sipping on some shots, boy, yeah I ain't mean to say I drop boys No pop boys Soda pop, boy, it's not, boy Choppa pop, boy Uh, yo' It's a Glock, boy In Tokyo I'm looking for some pussy it's a thot, boy Lot of ex's looking for revenge This world is finna end So I don't need no friends, but... This that shit that make you do that blicky dance Got me gripping on my pants they so heavy from these bands, yo' Clap it for me if you really wanna dance Tell yo' shorty raise her hands Know we all about them bands, yo' Got a hundred bands stacked on a hundred bands Shawty on my dick, she wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm the man I need a percentage, you wanna sell some packs up in my land Get a bag and then you get to fuck ho's My young niggas grimy savage, know they cut throat I take yo' money and then I'm breaking down that lil' ho' She on the blade, she make that Fetti, yeah, in pesos I'm on the north, I'm somewhere cooling where you can't go I need a brick of white girl and that's Alina When I was in school, I was fucking under bleachers Take the trip to Japan, go to Akina I grew my dreads, now I'm feeling like a Rasta Why that boy acting fake? Yo', he impostor Copped a rollie, it cost me 'bout 40 bands I'll slap a nigga even if my hand broke Still that same nigga bouncing out with 44s Ayy, tell that model in Boost Mobile, yeah, we trap bitch Went and bought a house and some ice when I got rich My lil' bitch bang the set with all her kids From AOB to LA they know what it is From New York to SD You know how we rock YBN, YRS you know how we talk Flash back to been broke I was on the block Now I'm nasty, but bet ya' shawty give me top Ew, gross, ew Aus Songtexte Mania