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I ain't really wanna rap, but the shit slaps Louis, Gucci, Fendi, man, I'm walkin' out with six bags Her emotion roller coaster, call that Six Flags Febreeze bottle every time I hear the bitch laugh Ayy, we goin' back to back Don't got a platinum plaque, my homie call me a snack I'm makin' more than your dad, I did this shit off of rap And if you're callin' me trash, then I'ma get really sad MC God, bitch, always stay strapped It's like a standing ovation the way her cheeks clap Bitch, I'm fresh out the closet they way my drip swag You know I'm chillin', I got on the minion backpack I got the SpongeBob drip on my hands I got the Crocs, bitch, you got the Vans I'm just built different, I do what you can't That bitch she want me, I feel likе the man Two fat bitches and they dancin' on Gibby Wе got the whole crowd bumpin' when we come to your city But we ain't even tourin', I'm swervin' when I whip the foreign This shit borin, I'm Ralph Lauren the way I pull hoes Gibby try to kiss me, like too close All this MC Virgins money for new clothes And two ho's, each of them can come to my new home The greatest internet rapper, put that on my tombstone Songtexte Bitch knockin', wrist clockin' It's kinda hard to walk when I keep these thick pockets, okay MC Wasian flowin' and you won't stop it Now MC Gibby, get up in here, gotta finish off Papi Gibby on the track with another rhythm Kudge pulled up and he got some tubby bitches with him Never losin' money, only doin' more addition Big bag on me, got about a million in it I ain't never had sex before, I got a— (Killa) I ain't never had sex before, I got a— (Killa) I ain't never had sex before, I got a— (Killa Cam) Stop the cappin', they told me I gotta stop rappin' Told 'em stop the cappin' Open up your mind (Stop the cappin') Don't open up your thighs (Stop the cappin') Skinny bitches, thick bitches, I like all kinds (Stop the cappin', stop the cappin', stop the cappin') Sex is really gross, but I wanna have it Treat these bitches like a tire— (Step in this bitch) Beat switch on these bitches On fire, arson committed We winnin', killin' the game like the ripper, we never missin', ayy We the best in the game, bitch, MC Virgins goin' places Ain't no need to be based, bitch, MC Prophet gettin' famous I have sex with all these women Gettin' tired, can't even finish All my homies, they got bitches You will never catch me simpin' I got bitches, hold up, let me finish Take her to the room then I nutted in a minute (In a minute) My money blue, just like a democrat Shorty booty lookin' hella fat I'm super hot, check the thermostat Got a penthouse, like I'm Johnny Gat Got a million views, tell 'em fuck that 100k subs, I ain't got a plaque Playin' EB Games, tell 'em copy that Only five Virgins, ain't no copycats Big bag, big bag Big—, big—, big—, big— (Woo!) Aus Songtexte Mania