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Woah oh, oh, uh She is not around No, she is not around Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh) Uh, I got guns, what you sayin'? Uh, I told my slime, he gon' spray him Uh, treat him like the 'wood, we gon' bake him Glocks out, MACs up, we gon' broad day him We gon' broad day him, we gon' cold case him Put him on a t-shirt, we gon' put his face there That boy like to talk a lot, but really wouldn't say nothin' If it's 'bout some money, I'ma pull up with my gang, yeah Oh, and I'vе been feeling alone Up in this place without my brothers, keep my hand on my chromе This stick on me and I won't aim at not a thing but your dome I'm smoking super loud, I get high like I'm Cheech and Chong (Oh) And my neck look like a waterfall, it's so icy, oh And she won't be my wifey, no But she see me with no thotty, oh SongtexteI'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh) I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh) I got a ho and she sucking on dick and she going so crazy like, "Damn, wow" MAC with a dick, extended clip, suppressor not making a damn sound Glock with a laser, shock like a taser Sippin' lean, no chaser, I'm higher than a spaceship I fuck with a country bitch and she love doing dip Asked the bitch if she could swim 'cause all this water on my wrist (Oh God) I'm getting faded with your bitch and we been sipping on this Cristal And all these diamonds on my wrist, might fuck around and freeze my wrist, oh I love the missed calls I'm too high so I can't see you, but baby, don't get pissed off Smoking Cali gas, fuck around and lift-off Oh, fuck around and lift-off I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh) I'm sick of running through these thots, I got a wife, but she is not around I'm gon' come through with this chopper and this shit hold like a hundred rounds If we pop another perc' then me and her might go a hundred rounds I go crazy off these jiggas, out in Europe countin' hella pounds (Oh) We gon' broad day him With a hundred rounds Oh Aus Songtexte Mania