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Really skatin' on them ho’s (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Not wavin' to them ho's Still rock éS, Baker boy, there it go (Skrr) See a bad bitch coastin’ on, let me know, uh I'ma pop out, pop out I'ma pop out, ooh, ooh, pop out, uh I'ma pop out, pop out I'ma pop out, ooh, uh, pop out (Skrr) Slide in Yokohama with yo' momma, how you doin'? I just got a big bag, yeah, it's straight from tourin’ Diamonds flexin’, kickin' like Tekken I think this nigga learned his lesson Boss up yo’ life, lil' bitch Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil’ bitch Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch I'm flooded by these clones A Dream No Longer Deferred or FA only, no Gucci or Prada on me Switch on to through pain and all of these niggas sayin' they proud of lil' homie Type of shit never mattered to mе Where was you at when my pockеts was flat? I was by my lonely Birds eye view like a hawk, they call me the black Tony [?] shottas only Songtexte[?] shots only Sorry Momma, I'm not going I was raised by pot growing You know that it's Nak, don't you? Slide in Yokohama with yo' momma, how you doin'? I just got a big bag, yeah, it's straight from tourin' Diamonds flexin', kickin' like Tekken I think this nigga learned his lesson Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch Boss up yo' life, lil' bitch Boss up yo' life, boss up yo' life, lil' bitch Aus Songtexte Mania