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Oh, oh, yeah (Damn, James) (Off to Neverland) Ooh-yeah I was deep, I was deep in it She see the stars, she see the stars in I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah I had to park, had to park my shit Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist I got hitters with me, they like popping shit I got red bottoms with the ostrich Getting toppy in the Dawn I'm on my boss shit, told that ho don't gossip Maybach getting top in the Dawn Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah I was laid back getting neck in the double R Laid back getting neck in the double R Laid back getting neck in the double R I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah She said she want a rockstar, yeah She wanna be a popstar, yeah Folded in the double R, yeah Rich sex in the double R Songtexte Do the dash in the Lamb', got her busting on my seats Get my pants out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me I done fucked majority of the models off of IG And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine I done took a fuckin' jet, I ain't bring an ID She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me Lot of blues like I'm bangin' C Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah) See, I don't do that in my car Laid back getting neck in the double R Laid back getting neck in the double R Laid back getting neck in the double R I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah She said she want a rockstar, yeah She wanna be a popstar, yeah Folded in the double R, yeah Rich sex in the double R Aus Songtexte Mania