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Yuh, yuh La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da (La música de Harry Fraud) This shit so real you could feel it Nigga the game so heavy it could kill you if you tried to lift it We come up with new formulas, try to steal 'em Press conferences revealing all our latest dealings Hurt their feelings, rubbing their eyes squintin' They don't wanna see us get to the million But we did it, fuck them niggas We catch stunts and fuck their bitches Got a sketch pad full of pictures, images I created with color pencils My lyrics is just that vivid Wouldn't spit it 'less I lived it The baddest women drowning in Clicquot in the backyard, tongue kissing I'm really from that shit, we really run this shit But we done it with humbleness Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this Rolls Royce in the driveway with a Bentley parked in front of it Copped them both, I couldn't decide which one to get Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this Eastside Quart of Remy sip, finally we're legit SongtexteNo more countertops with dummy blocks and counterfeits Still down to up to hand it down a bitch Fantasizing 'bout a zip of brown that will bounce and flip and turn to six A role model's cold blooded old time hitter Either in the feds, dead still riding with us Trappin' out of three hoe kitchens while these bitches ego trippin' Still dressing black and leave no witness Give me more than one, a kilo missing We been on the run, still on my C-note mission Got a B.O.L.O. on my polo out from three whole districts Came home and I ain't hear no whisperin' Lil top while the top is off She called me crazy tongue, say I'm her type of soft License out, only when my ice is out Pop that pussy for me, after I pop the prices off Aus Songtexte Mania