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Hoochie section, Gucci flexing (Flex) In the mirror Hollowman that true reflection Yeah, you can't trust these bitches in here, use protection Yeah, but they sexy so, fuck it, you should sex them Sushi fest, sushi flexing Pussy good, raw fish, coochie testing Yeah, hoochie mama asking me these goofy questions True she's blessed, coochie blessings Ghost for like half the day Splash, she's hosting a fountain Yeah, toast and the marmalade Yeah, house in the mountains Yeah, I toast to a calmer day Still had to roast my accountant And most of them barber yutes hate Most of them doubting Yeah, most of them barber shop whack Most of them jokers (Jokers) Yeah, I called them the barber shop yutes 'Cause most of them loafers Yeah, I rope in the calmest guap Still most of them hopeless Swag down to my Prada socks What chill? Under my loafers Most of them parmesan cheese SongtexteTake them in doses (Cheesy) Yeah, got all the answer yutes Most of them coaches Yeah, burn up the cockroach Yeah, burn up the roaches Just dropped off my baby mums Then just hail up the broskis I don't care about awards like that Man's been broke with some trophies You don't care about the cause like that So shout the Rashid's and the Posty's Food on the end of my fork like that Just tasting tender, I'm cosy Just made hundreds of thousands Just spend ten on some Dolce Just got an M on a low key Mixed up Thor and a Loki Splash some Captain America Hulk, in the jungle I'm Mowgli Them are some phoney riders All them are baloney Don't care about expensive watches Just blend with the Rollie Yeah, man used to hold that block down MAC 10 in a Stoney Put don in a coma Just man and a homie You thinking it's football Let them be the goalie Groupie sex, groupie session Block that bitch, sorry babes got no reception Try connect but you won't get no connection Won't be texting so don't come in man's direction Stupid sket, this dude from Peckham Won't be made a fool of, straight up learnt his lesson Man's too smart, won't be facing no depression 'Cause first she's straight, then she's lesbian Yeah, that's looking rather nice, greedy G's gotta have it Yeah, they're cartoons in real life, neeky, straight Roger Rabbit Yeah, just got a car to drive, but got a driver, G's living lavish And I just got to carve this pie, easy, G's got the package Yeah, Giggs live the father life, Israel, he's looking massive Whoa, straight gone Jafar on guys, easy or you'll get the magic Yeah, my name's looking hard in lights You're measly, not easy to manage Yeah, and G's got the carbon dickoxide, he's doing damage Exclusive flex, burn and abuse it Turn up the, turn up the music Beat murderer, murder it stupid Eat up the whole thing, then serve him a tooth pick Aus Songtexte Mania